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Val... again I do recei satisfied,
I'll force thee yield to my desire.
Pro. My shame and guilt confound me. —
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 charged me to deliver a ring to madam Silvia ; which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
[Gives a ring. Pro. How! let me see: why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Jul. O, 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 entertained them deeply in her heart:
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root !
Pro. Than men their minds? 't is true: O heaven! were
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish forever. Jul. And I mine.
. Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, 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,
To which I thus subscribe, — Sir Valentine,
Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.
Val. These banished men, that I have kept withal, Are men endued with worthy qualities; Forgive them what they have committed here, And let them be recalled from their exile: They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Duke. Thou hast prevailed; 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. 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.