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My lord, you are welcome to a man disgraced,
Duke. Sir Valentine !
Val. Thurio, give back; or else embrace thy death;
Thu. Not I, Sir Valentine ; I care not for her :-
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
[Silvia runs, and throus herself at the Duke's feet. I here forget all former griefs - [Embruces Silvia.] Cancel all grudge : [Crosses to Valentine.] repeal thee
home again. Sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriy'd : Take thou thy Silvia ; for thou hast deserv'd her. Val. I thank your grace ; this gift hath made me
bless'd. Jul. Eternal happiness to gentle Silvia !
Val. I am grown bold to be a suitor to you : And I beseech you, for your daughter's sake, Not to deny the boon that I shall ask.
Duke. 'Tis granted for thine own, whate'er it be.
Vul. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal.Forgive them what they've done amiss, my lord, And let them from their exile be recall'd : They will deserve it ; they are gentlemen, And fit for brave employment, gracious sir. Duke. Thou hast prevail'd for them :--They're par
don'd all :
Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
Thu. And, lady Silvia, I'll write your epithalamium.
Val. I dare be bold, sir, as we journey onward, With our discourse to make your greatness smile. What think you of this pretty page, my lord ?
Duke. I think, the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,
Pro. Thanks, generous Valentine :—and I myself