Pro. 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 sins; Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins : What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy Let me be blest to make this happy close. "Twere pity two such friends should be long foes. Pro. Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever. Jul. And I mine. Enter OUTLAWS, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced, Banished Valentine. Duke. Sir Valentine! Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia 's mine. Val. Thurio give back, or else embrace thy death; Come not within the measure of my wrath : 1 Do not name Silvia thine; if once again, Take but possession of her with a touch ;— Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I: 1 Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means 1 for her as thou hast done, And leave her on such slight conditions.Now, by the honor of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her. happy. I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Are men endued with worthy qualities. Forgive them what they have committed here, They are reformed, civil, full of good, 1 Interest. 3 i. e. plead thou. 2 Grievances, wrongs. 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 1 all jars 2 With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity. Val. 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. Val. I warrant you, my lord; more grace than boy. Duke. What mean you by that saying? Val. 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; [Exeunt. 1 Conclude. 2 Masques and revels. END OF VOL. I. |