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0, Heaven be judge how I love Valentine,
40 Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to
death, Would I not undergo for one calm look! O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approved, When women cannot love where they're beloved! Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's be
loved. Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy
All men but Proteus.
Sil. O heaven!
I'll force thee yield to my desire.
61 Val. Thou common friend, that's without
faith or love, For such is a friend now; treacherous man! Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine
eye Could have persuaded me: now I dare not say I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me, Who should be trusted, when one's own right hand Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake. 70 The private wound is deepest: O time most ac
curst, Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me.
Then I ain paid;
[Swoons. Pro. Look to the boy.
Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter?' Look up; speak.
Jul. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
90 Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul.
Here 'tis; this is it. Pro. How! let me see: Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: This is the ring you sent to Silvia. Pro. But how camest thou by this ring? At
my depart I gave this unto Julia.
Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither. Pro. How! Julia!
100 Jul. 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 ashamed 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. Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true. O heaven! were man
IIO But constant, he were perfect. That one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
for ever. Jul. And I mine.
Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO.
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: 130 I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
Thu. 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. *Interest. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
140 And think thee worthy of an empress' love:
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
+Reverse sentence of exile.
withal 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 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 160 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 ? *Conclude. 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 170 The story of your loves discovered: That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.