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Who fhould be trufted now, when the right hand
Is perjur'd to the bofom? Protheus,

I'm forry I must never trust thee more,

But count the world a ftranger for thy fake.
The private wound is deepeft. Oh time, moft accurft!
'Mongft all foes, that a friend fhould be the worst!
Pro. My fhame and guilt confound me:
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty forrow
Be a fufficient ranfom for offence,

I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Val. Then I am paid:

And once again I do receive thee honeft.
Who by repentance is not fatisfy'd,

Is nor of heav'n nor earth, for thefe are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
And that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee. †
Jul. Oh me unhappy!

Pro. Look to the boy.

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Val. Why, boy? how now what's the matter? look up; fpeak.

Jul. O good Sir, my mafter charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.

Pro. Where is that ring, boy?

Jul. Here 'tis this is it.

Pro. How let me fee:

This is the ring I gave to Julia.

Jul. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you fent to Silvia.


Pro. How cam'ft thou by this ring? at my depart

gave this unto Julia.

Ful. And Julia her felf did give it me.

And Julia her felf hath brought it hither.

Pro. How, Julia?


It is I think) very odd to give up his mistress thus at once, without any reafon alledg'd. But our author probably followed the ftories just as he found them, in kis Novels, as well as in his Hiftories.


Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd 'em deeply in her heart:
How oft haft thou with perjury cleft the root?
Oh Protheas, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou afham'd that I have took upon me
Such an immodeft rayment.

In a difguife of love,

If fhame live

It is the leffer blot modefty finds,

Women to change their fhapes, than men their minds) Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true, oh heav'n,

were man

But conftant, he were perfect; that one error
Fills him with faults, makes him run through all fins
Inconftancy falls off ere it begins:

What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's with a conftant eye?:
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
Let me be bleft to make this happy clofe;
Twere pity two fuch friends fhould long be foes.
Pro. Bear witnefs, heav'n, I have my wish for ever.
Jul. And I mine.

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Enter Duke, Thurio, and Out-laws.

Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!

Val. Forbear, forbear, it is my lord the Duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man disgrac❜d,.

The banish'd Valentine.

Duke. Sir Valentine?

Thu. Yonder is Silvia: and Silvia's mine.

Val. Thurio, give back; or elfe embrace thy death: Come not within the measure of my wrath. Do not name Silvia thine; if once again, Verona fhall not hold thee. Here fhe ftands, Take but poffeffion of her with a touch; I dare thee but to breath upon my love. Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, A I hold him but a.fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not:


I claim her not; and therefore fhe is thine.
Duke. The more degenerate and bafe art thou,
To make fuch means for her as thou haft done,
And leave her on fuch flight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy fpirit, Valentine,

And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love::
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,
Plead a new ftate in thy unrival'd merit,
To which I thus fubfcribe: Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd,
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou haft deferv'd her.
Val. I thank your Grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now befeech you, for your daughter's fake,
To grant one boon that I fhall ask of you.
Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.
Val. Thefe 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 haft prevail'd, I pardon them and thee;
Difpofe of them as thou know'ft their deferts.
Come, let us go; we will include all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and all folemnity.
Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our difcourfe to make your Grace to fmile.
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 faying?
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 ftory of your love difcovered:

That done, our day of marriage fhall be yours,
One feaft, one houfe, one mutual happiness.
[Exeunt omnes.







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