'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
PROTEUS. My shame and guilt confounds me.
Forgive me, Valentine; if
hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient
ransom for offence,
I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.
VALENTINE. Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by
repentance is not satisfied
Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
JULIA. O me unhappy! [Swoons]
PROTEUS. Look to the boy.
VALENTINE. Why, boy! why, wag! how now!
What's the matter? Look up; speak.
JULIA. O good sir, my master charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam
Silvia, which, out of my
neglect, was never done.
PROTEUS. Where is that ring, boy?
JULIA. Here 'tis; this is it.
PROTEUS. How! let me see. Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
JULIA. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook;
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
PROTEUS. But how cam'st thou by this ring?
At my depart I gave this unto Julia.
JULIA. And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself have brought it hither.
PROTEUS. How! Julia!
JULIA. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd 'em deeply in her heart.
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root!
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou asham'd that I have took upon me
Such an immodest raiment- if shame live
In a
disguise of love.
It is the
lesser blot,
modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes than men their minds.
PROTEUS. Than men their minds! 'tis true. O heaven, were man
But
constant, he were perfect! That one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all th' sins:
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
What is in Silvia's face but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's with a
constant eye?
VALENTINE. Come, come, a hand from either.
Let me be blest to make this happy close;
'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
PROTEUS. Bear
witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever.
JULIA. And I mine.
Enter OUTLAWS, with DUKE and THURIO
OUTLAW. A prize, a prize, a prize!
VALENTINE. Forbear,
forbear, I say; it is my lord the Duke.
Your Grace is
welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Banished Valentine.
DUKE. Sir Valentine!
THURIO. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
VALENTINE. Thurio, give back, or else
embrace thy death;
Come not within the
measure of my wrath;
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands
Take but possession of her with a touch-
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
THURIO. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not.
I claim her not, and
therefore she is thine.
DUKE. The more
degenerate and base art thou
To make such means for her as thou hast done
And leave her on such slight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do
applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee
worthy of an empress' love.
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all
grudge,
repeal thee home again,
Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit,
To which I thus
subscribe: Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.
VALENTINE. I thank your Grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now
beseech you, for your daughter's sake,
To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
DUKE. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.
VALENTINE. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal,
Are men endu'd with
worthy qualities;
Forgive them what they have committed here,
And let them be recall'd from their exile:
They are reformed, civil, full of good,
And fit for great
employment,
worthy lord.
DUKE. Thou hast prevail'd; I
pardon them, and thee;
Dispose of them as thou know'st their deserts.
Come, let us go; we will include all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.
VALENTINE. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our
discourse to make your Grace to smile.
What think you of this page, my lord?
DUKE. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
VALENTINE. I
warrant you, my lord- more grace than boy.
DUKE. What mean you by that saying?
VALENTINE. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,
That you will wonder what hath fortuned.
Come, Proteus, 'tis your
penance but to hear
The story of your loves discovered.
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one
mutual happiness! Exeunt
-THE END-
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