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Othou, that doft inhabit in my breast,
Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia.
Val. How like a dream is this, I fee, and hear ? Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Afide.
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'st me mos unhappy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
[Afde. 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, heav'n 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 falfe perjur'd Protheus : Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.
Pro. What dang'rous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? Oh, 'tis the curse in love, and ftill approv'd,
When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.
Sil. When Protheus cannot love, where he's belov'd.
Pro. In love,
Sil. All men but Protheus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
like a soldier, at arms end,
Sil. Oh heav'n!
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love; For such is a friend now : thou treach'rous man! Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me,
Now I dare not say,
Pro. My shame and guilt confound me :
Val. Then I am paid :
Who by repentance is not fatisfy'd,
(Swoons. Pro. Look to the boy.
Val. Why, boy! how now? what's 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,
Pro. How? let me see:
Jul. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have mistook;
Pro. How cam't thou by this ring at my depart, I gave this unto tdia.
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 'em 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 immodeft rayment: if shame live In a disguife of love. It is the lefser blot, modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true; oh heav'n!
were man But constant, he were perfe&; that one error Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all fins : Inconftancy falls off, ere it begins. What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye? Val. Come, come, a hand from either
Let me be bleft to make this happy close;
Pro. Bear witness, heav'n, I have my wish for ever.
Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thurio.
Val. Forbear, forbear, 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,
(17) Verona Mall not bold tbec.] Thus all the editions, but, whether, thro' the mistake of the firft 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 concerns, as it appearsy 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 ventur'd to adjust the text, as I imagine, the Poet must have intended : i. e, Milan, iby, country, pall never see thee again : thou shalt never live 10 bork shirber,
To which I thus fubscribe; 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 banish'd men, that I have kept withal,
They are reform’d, çivil, full of good,
Duke. Thou haft prevail'd, I pardon them and thee;
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;
will wonder what hath fortuned.