Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! [Exeunte SCENE IV. The fame. Another part of it. Val. How ufe doth breed a habit in a man! And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, These are my mates, that make their wills their law, They love me well; yet I have much to do, To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here? 66 Enter Protheus, Silvia, and Julia. Pro. Madam, this fervice I have done for you, That would have forc'd your honour, and your love : And less than this, I am fure, you cannot give. Sil. O miferable, unhappy, that I am! [Afide Sil. By thy approach thou mak'ft me most unhappy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre fence. [Afide, Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, Therefore be gone, folicit me no more t. Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look ? O, 'tis the curfe in love, and still approv❜d, When women cannot love where they're belov'd ‡ ! Sil. When Protheus cannot love where' he's belov'd: Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, Thou haft no faith left now, unless thou'dft two, Pro. In love, Who refpects friend? Sil. All men but Protheus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle fpirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form, I'll woo you like a foldier, at arm's end; And love you 'gainst the nature of love; force you. Pro. I'll force thee yield to my defire. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch; Thou friend of an ill fafhion. Pro. Valentine! Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith, or love; (For fuch is a friend now) treacherous man, †This is an exceeding just and spirited rebuff to the infamy of Protbeus. any This is a juft remark, though it had been more forceable in but a diftinguished deceptive and very bad character, Thou haft beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye I have one friend alive; thou would'ft difprove me: I am forry, I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy fake. Be a fufficient ranfom for offence, I tender't here; I do as truly fuffer, Val. Then I am pay'd; And once again I do receive thee honest:- Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for thefe are pleas'd; By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd: And, that my love may appear plain and free, Jul. O me unhappy! Pro. Look to the boy. [faints. Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what is the matter? Look up; speak. Jul. O good fir, my mafter charg'd me To deliver a ring to madam Silvia; Which, out of my neglect, was never done. Pro. Where is that ring,, boy? Jul. Here 'tis; this is it. Pro. How! let me fee: Why, this is the ring 1 gave to Julia. Jul. O, cry you mercy, fir, I have mistook: This is the ring you fent to Silvia. The reproaches against deceptive friendship, are very just and inftructive. This appears a conceffion rather too cafily wrought for fo deep ■ dye of guilt. Pro. But, how cam'ft thou by this ring? at my depart, I gave this unto Julia. Jul. And Julia herself did give it me; And Julia herself hath brought it hither. Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, It is the leffer blot, modefty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds ! 'tis true: O heaven! were man But conftant, he were perfect: that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all fins : What is in Silvia's face, but I may fpy Shouts and enter Outlaws, with Duke, and Thurio. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, I fay; it is my lord the duke :Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, The banish'd 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: Do not name Silvia thine; if once again, This reconciliation is amiable, and very well calculated to bring on the catastrophe. Milan fhall not behold thee: Here the ftands, I claim her not, and therefore fhe is thine. I do applaud thy fpirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love: I now befeech you, for your daughter's lake, Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. Thefe 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 recall'd from their exile: They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord. Duke. Thou haft 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 rare folemnity. Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold With our discourfe to make your grace to fmile: 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 faying? |