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I do detest false perjured Protheus:..
Pro. W batdangerous action, stood it next to death,
Sil. When Protheus cannot love where he's bea
Pro. In love
Sil. Al men but Protheus..
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Sil. Oh, Heaven !
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch;.
Pro. Valentine !--------
But count the world a stranger for thy fake..!
Pro. My shame and guilt confound me:
Vał. Then I am paid: -s}
[Swoons. · Pro. Look to the boy.
Egla. Why, boy! how now? What's the matter? look up; fpeak.
Jul. O good Sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my negleet, was never done.
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Pro. How? let me fee :
Ful. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Pro. How camelt thou by this ring? at my depart, 1 I this unto Julia.
Jul. And Julia herself did give it me, And Julia kerfelf hath brought it hither.
Pro. How, Julia?
Jul: Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertained them deeply in her heart: How oft halt thou with perjury cleft the root?:
Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush !
Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true; oh Heaven!:
But constant, he were perfect; that one error
[lins: What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy. More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?
Vak. Came, come, a hand from either: Let me be bleit to make this happy close; Twere. pity two such friends should long be foes. Pro. Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for Jul. And I mine
[ever... Enter Outlaws, with Duke. and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, & prize!
Val. Forbear, forbear, it is my Lord the Duke,
Duke: Sir Valentine?
l'al. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death:
(17) Verona Mall not hold thee. Thus all the editions; but whether through the mistake of the first editors, or the Poet's :own carelessncis, this reading is absurdly faulty. For the threat bere is to Thurio, who is a Milanese, and has no con- . cerns, as it appears, with Verona. Belides, the scene is betwist the coolines of Milan and Naatua; to which Silvia lui.
Take but poffeffion of her with a touch;
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
Val I thank your Grace; the gift hath made me I now befeech you, for your daughter's sake, [happy. To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.
Val. These banished men, that I have kept withal, Are men endued with worthy qualities : Forgive them what they have committed here, And let them be recalled from their exile; They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy Lord. Duke. Thou hast prevailed, I pardon them and
thee; Dispose of them as thou knowest their deferts.
lows Valentine, having heard that he had retreated thither." And upon these circumstances | ventured to adjust the text, as I imagine the Poet must have jotended ; i. e. Milan, thy country, Mall never see thee again; thou shalt never live to go back thither.
Come, let us go: we will include all jars
Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold
blushes. Val. I warrantyou, 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.