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Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love,
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
The private wound is deepest: O time most accurst!
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,
Then I am paid;
Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased;
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
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 Šilvia; which, out of my neglect, was never done. 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
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,
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!
It is the lesser blot modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds? 't is true: O heaven! were
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins;
What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
Let me be blest to make this happy close?
Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO.
Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
To which I thus subscribe, -Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well derived;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.
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.
Forgive them what they have committed here,
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
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;