Pro. How! let me see: Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia. Jul. O, cry your mercy, sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shows another ring. Pro. But how camest thou by this ring? at my depart, I gave this unto Julia. Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither. Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds! 't is true; O Heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all th' sins: Inconstancy falls off ere it begins : What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy Let me be bless'd to make this happy close; Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, Banished Valentine. Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia 's mine. Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, 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. Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal, Are men endued with worthy qualities; Forgive them what they have committed here, They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord. 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. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; END OF THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. |