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My lord, you are welcome to a man disgraced,
The outlawed Valentine.

Duke. Sir Valentine !
Thu. Yonder is Silvia, sir ; and Silvia's mine.

Val. 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 stands :
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love,
Take but possession of her with a touch,
Not the wide earth were ransom for thy life.

Thu. Not I, Sir Valentine ; I care not for her :-
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 slight conditions.
Thu. Such slight conditions, say you ?-Slight, gads-

me ?
Duke. Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
My child,

[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.
Now, on to Milan; where we'll end all jars
With triumphs, mirths, and rare solemnity.

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. I warrant you, 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 hatb fortun'd us.--
Come, Proteus ; 'tis your penance, but to hear
Your own and Julia's history related :
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours-
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.

Pro. Thanks, generous Valentine :—and I myself
Will be the trumpet of my Julia's worth,
Her steadfast faith, her still-enduring love,
And of my own misdoings.-Pardon me,
Ye who have ever known what 'tis to err!-
And be this truth by all the world confess'd,
That lovers must be faithful to be bless'd!

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Taming of the Shrew. Petruchio. There ! take it to you-trenchers, cups, and all!

Act II. Scene 2.

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