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Whose life's as tender to me as my soul;
Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
When women cannot love, where they're belov'd!
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd.
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou 'dst two,
Who respects friend?
All men but Proteus.
And love you 'gainst the nature of love,-force you.
Sil. O heaven!
Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Pro. I'll force thee yield to my desire.
Val. [Coming forward.] Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil
Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love;
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.
Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.-
Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd.
Jul. O me unhappy!
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 charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia; which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Here 'tis this is it. [Gives a ring. Pro. How! let me see :—why, this is the ring I gave to Julia. Jul. O, cry you mercy, Sir; I have mistook :
[Shows another ring.
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Pro. But how cam'st thou by this ring?
At my depart I gave this unto Julia. ul. And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
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
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's, with a constant eye?
Val. Come, come, a hand from either.
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 disgrac'd,
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death.
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I:
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love:
Val. 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.
Val. 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:
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.-
Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him: he blushes.
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,