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Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Banished Valentine.

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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,
Milan fhall not behold thee. Here the ftands,
Take but poffeffion 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 fuch means for her as thou haft done,
And leave her on fuch flight conditions,―
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,

I do applaud thy fpirit, Valentine,

And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love.
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again.—
Plead a new state in thy unrival'd merit,
To which I thus fubfcribe,-fir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd;

Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.
Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now befeech 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

They are reformed, civil, full of good,

And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

Duke. Thou haft prevail'd: I pardon them, and thee; Difpofe of them, as thou know't 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 difcourfe 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 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 difcovered:

That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feaft, one house, one mutual happiness.

[Exeunt.

Princeton University Library

32101 063692766

This Book is Due

v.1 copyl

OCT 9

194

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