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Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thur10. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. .
Duke. Sir Valentine !
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death ;
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,
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of stdr-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage ;