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Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true. O heaven!
But constant, le were perfect: that one error
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins :
Val. Come, come, a hand from either :
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 !
wrath : 1 Do not name Silvia thine ; if once again, Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands :
Take but possession of her with a touch ;
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I :
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
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.
Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withai Are men endued 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,
2 Grievances, wrongs.
And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
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 ; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
? Masques and revels.
END OF VOL. I.