Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true. O heaven!

were man

But constant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all sins;

Inconstancy 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 blest to make this happy close.
"Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
Pro. Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for

ever.

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.

Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced,

Banished Valentine.

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
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands :

Take but possession of her with a touch ;—
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.

Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I :
I hold him but a fool, that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not:

I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means 1 for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such slight conditions.-
Now, by the honor of my ancestry,
do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,

And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,2
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again.-
Plead 3 a new state in thy unrival'd merit,
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. 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,

1 Interest.
3 i. e. plead thou.

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.
Come, let us go; we will include 1 all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.

1 Conclude.

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.

2 Masques and reveis.

END OF VOL. 1.