My lord, you are welcome to a man disgraced, 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: Take but possession of her with a touch, 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, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. [Silvia runs, and throws herself at the Duke's feet. I here forget all former griefs-[Embraces Silvia.] Cancel all grudge: [Crosses to Valentine.] repeal thee home again. Sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'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. They will deserve it; they are gentlemen, Duke. Thou hast prevail'd for them :-They're pardon'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. 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 done, our day of marriage shall be yours- Pro. Thanks, generous Valentine :-and I myself DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN. JULIA. PRO. VAL. SILVIA, DUKE. THURIO. R.] THE END. [L. |