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To keep them from uncivil outrages.
[Val. steps aside
Val. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Ahile,
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'ft me most unhappy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your prefence.
[Aside. Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Protheus rescue me. Oh, heaven be judge, how I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul; And full as much (for more there cannot be) I do deteft false perjur'd Protheus : Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look ? Oh, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.
my meed] i.e. reward. So in another play of our au.
_ thanks to men
Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's
Pro. In love,
Sil. All men but Protheus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Sil. Oh heaven!
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch ;
or love; (For such is a friend now) treacherous man! Thou hast beguild my hopes; nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say, I have one friend alive ; thou would'It disprove me. Who should be trusted, when one's own right hand Is perjur’d to the bosom? Protheus, I ain sorry, I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy fake. * The private wound is deepest : Oh time, most
curst! 'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst !
4 The private wound, &c.] I have a little mended the measure. The old édition, and all but fir T. Hanmer, read, The private wound is deepesi, oh time most accurít. Johnso». P 2
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me.
Pal. 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 fir, my master charg'd me
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
[Gives a ring.
s All, that was mine in Silvia, I give thee.] It is (I think) very odd to give up his mistress thus at once, without any reason alledged. But our author probably followed the stories just as he found them in his novels as well as histories. Pope.
This patlage either hath been much sophisticated, or is one great proof that the main parts of this play did not proceed from Shakespeare; for it is impollible he could make Valentine act and speak so much out of character, or give to Silvia so unnatural 3 behaviour, as to take no notice of this strange conceffion, if it had been made. HANMER.
Valentine, from seeing Silvia in the company of Protheus, might conceive she had escaped with him, from her father's court, for the purposes of love, though she could not foresee the violence which his villainy might offer, after he had seduced her under the pretence of an honeit paflion. If Valentine, however, be supposed to hear all that passed between them in this scene, I am afraid I have only to subscribe to the opinions of my predecessors.
Pro. How ! let me see:
Jul. Oh, cry your mercy, fir, I have miftook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shews another ring. Pro. But, how cam'ft thou by this ring? at my
depart, I gave this unto Julia.
Ful. 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 haft thou with perjury cleft the root? Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush! Be thou afham'd, that I have took upon me Such an immodest rayment; 7 if shame live In a disguise of love : It is the lefser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their
minds. Pro. Than men their ninds ! 'tis true: oh heaven!
were man But constant, he were perficct : that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all
Val. Come, come, a hand froin either :
Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever.
Jul. And I mine. 6 How ofi haft thou with perjury cleft the root?] Sir T. Hanmer reads, cleft the root on't. JOHNSON,
? - iflbame live] That is, if it be any shame to wear a difguise for the purposes of love. Johnson.
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Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thurio.
Duke. Sir Valentine !
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
Duke. The more degenerale and base art thou,
$ — the measure ) The length of my sword, the reach of my anger. Johnson.
*9 Milan Mall not be bold thee.- ) All the editions, Verona Mall not bold thee. Buit, whether through the mistake of the firit editors, or the poet's own carelessness, this reading is absurdly faulty. For the threat here is to Thurio, who is a Milanese; and has no concern, as it appears, with Verona. Besides, the scene is betwixt the confines of Milan and Mantua, to which Silvia follows Valentine, having heard that he had retreated thither. And, upon these circumstances, I ventured to adjust the text, as I imagine the poet must have intended ; i. e. Milan, thy country Jhall never see thee again: thou halt never live to go back thither.