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I do detest false perjured Protheus:..
Therefore be gone, folicit me no more:

Pro. W batdangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look?
Oh, 'tis the curse in love, and itill approved,
When women cannot love, where they're beloved.

Sil. When Protheus cannot love where he's bea
Read over Julia's heart, thy first, best love, [loved..
For whose dear fake thou then didlt rend thy faith
luto a thousand oaths; and all thofe oaths
Descended into perjury, to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thoud'st two,
And that's får worse than none: better have none
Than plural faith, which is too muchby one.
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!

Pro. In love
Who refpects friend?

Sil. Al men but Protheus..

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll move you like a soldier, at arm's end,
And love you 'gainst the nature of love; force ye.

Sil. Oh, Heaven !
Pro: l'Ht förće thee, yield to my desire.

Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch;.
Thou friend of an il fathion !

Pro. Valentine !--------
Val Thou common friend, that's without faith

or love;
For fach is a friend now: thou treacherous man !
Thou hait beguiled my hopes; nought but mive eye
Could have persuaded me. Now I dare not fay
I have one friend alive; thou wouldlt difprove me,
Who should be trusted now, when the right hand
Is perjured to the bofom? Protheus,
I'm sorry I mait never trust thee more,

But count the world a stranger for thy fake..!
The private wound is deepeft. Oh time most accurft!
Mongit all foes, that a friend thould be the worst !

Pro. My shame and guilt confound me:
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty forrow
Be a sufficient ranfum for offence,
I tender't here ; I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Vał. Then I am paid: -s}
And once again I do receive thee honest..
Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleased;
By penitence th* Eternal's wrath's appeafed.
And that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
Jul. Oh me unhappy!

[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?
Jul. Here 'tis: this is it.

Pro. How? let me fee :
This is the ring I gave to Julia.

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?:

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Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush !
Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me
Such an immodeft raiment; if shame live
In a disguise of love. --
It is the letler blot, modefty finds,
Women to changetheir sbapes, than men their minds.

Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true; oh Heaven!:

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But constant, he were perfect; that one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins.

[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,
Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
The banithed Valentine..

Duke: Sir Valentine?
Thu. Yonder is Silvia : and Silvia's mine.

l'al. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death:
Come not within the measure of my wrath:.
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,--
Milan shall not behold thee. Here she itands, (17)

(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;
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love

Thi. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, L
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 flight conditions.
Naw, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love :
Know then, I here forget all former griefs;
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,
Plead a new state in thy unrival'd merit,
To which I thus subscribe : Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well derived;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.

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
With triumphs, mirth, and all 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 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.
Come, Protheus, '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.

[Exeunt omnes.

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