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Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true. O heaven!
But constant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all sins;
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins:
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
Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
Duke. Sir Valentine!
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio give back, or else embrace thy death;
Come not within the measure of my wrath:1
Take but possession of her with a touch ;—
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I :
I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake,
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,
2 Grievances, wrongs.
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.
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.
2 Masques and reveis.
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