Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul. Here 'tis this is it. [Gives a ring. 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. I [Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart, 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 aim3 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 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 be long foes. Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. Jul. And I have mine. 3 Direction. 4 An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery. 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. Yonder is Silvia: and Silvia's mine. Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; upon my love. 6 Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means for her as thou hast done, And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. I now beseech you for your daughter's sake, 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; 5 Length of my sword. 6 Interest. Forgive them what they have committed here, Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts. 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; blushes. he than boy. Val. I warrant you, my That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; 7 Conclude. [Excunt. |