I Pro. But, how cam's thou by this ring? at my Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither. Pro. How! Julia? Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, 190 199 Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true: oh heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect: that one error What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy Let me be blest to make this happy close; 'Twere pity two such friends should long be foes. Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. Enter Out-Laws, with Duke and THURIO. Jul. And I mine. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize! 210 Val. Forbear, forbear, I say; it is my lord the 220 Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; Thu Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; 1 claim her not, and therefore she is thine. Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress" love. Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. 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. Forgive them what they have committed here, 250 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 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 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 hath fortuned.-Come, Protheus; 'tis your penance, but to hear The story of your loves discovered: 260 That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; BY SAM. JOHNSON & GEO. STEEVENS, AND THE VARIOUS COMMENTATORS, UPON TWO GENTLEMEN of VERONA, WRITTEN BY WILL. SHAKSPERE. -SIC ITUR AD ASTRA, VIRG. LONDON: Printed for, and under the Direction of, JOHN BELL, British-Library, STRAND, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE of WALES. M DCC LXXXVII, |