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. Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, 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: 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 With triumphs, mirth, and rare solenmity. 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, That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; [Exeunt |