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When women cannot love, where they're belov'd.
Si. 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
Sil. Oh heav'n!
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love;
Pro. My shame and guilt confound me :
Val. Then i am paid :
Who by repentance is not satisfy'd,
[Szuoons. 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 fee :
Jul. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have miftook ;
Pro. How cam'ít thou by this ring ? at my depart, T 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 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 asham'd, that I have took upon me Such an immodeft rayment: if shame live In a disguise of love. It is the leffer blot, modefty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.
Pro. Than men their minds ? 'tis true ; oh heav'n!
But constant, he were perfect ; that one error
Let me be blest 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: Come not within the measure of
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art'thou,
(17) Verona shall not bold thee.) Thus all the editions, but, whether, thro' ihe mistake of the first Editors, or the Poet's own careJeffness, this reading is absurdly faulty. For the threat here is to Thuriu, who is a Milarefe; and has no concerns, as it appears, with Verona. Besides, the scene is betwixt the confines of Milan, and Mantua, to which S lvia 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, thy country, shall never see thee again i thou shalt never live to igo back tbil ber.
To which I thus subscribe : 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, Are men endu'd with worthy qualities : Forgive them what they have committed here, And let them be recali'd from their exile. They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy Lord.
Duke. Thou hast prevail'd, I pardon them and thee } Dispose of them, as thou know'ft their deferts. Come, let us go: we will include all jars With triumphs, mirth, and all solemnity.
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. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,