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Who by repentance is not satisfied,
[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 to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia; which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Here 'tis: this is it. [Gives a ring.
Jul. Oh, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam’st 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.
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 raiment; 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!
But constant, he were perfect. That one error
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins.
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 Jul. And I mine, too.
Enter Out-laws, with Duke and THURIO. Out.
A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, forbear, I say: it is my lord the
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
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.
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 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
of this 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 saying ?
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned.Come, Proteus ; 'tis your penance, but to hear The story of your loves discovered. That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness. [Exeunt.
page, my lord ?
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
Lords, attending on the Princess of France.
Princess of France.