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(For such is a friend now,) treacherous man !
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me.-
Val. Then I am paid ;
[Faints, Pro. Look to the boy. Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what is the
matter? Look up ; speak.
Jul. O good sir, my master charg'd me
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
[Gives the ring,
Pro. How ! let me see:
Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mislook ;
[Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam’st thou by this ring? at my de
part, I gave this unto Julia.
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, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart: How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ! O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush! Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me Such an immodest rayment; if shame live In a disguise of love : It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds ! 'tis true : O heaven!
were man But constant, he were perfect : that one error Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all sins : Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins : What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye ?
Val. Come, come, a hand from either : Let me be blest to make this happy close; 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. Jul. And I have mine.
Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thurio. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, Banished Valentine.
Duke. Sir Valentine !
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I ;
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, 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 hast prevaild: 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,