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Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And, to the nightingale's complaining notes,
Tune my distresses, and record* my woes. -
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was !
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain !
What halloing, and what stir, is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger in chace :
They love me well; yet I have much to do,
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine ; who's this comes here?
Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia.
Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you
(Though you respect not aught your servant doth),
To hazard life, and rescue you from him
That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your love.
Vouchsafe me, for my meedt, but one fair look ;
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,
And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear! Love, lend me patience to furbear a while. (Aside.
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am! Pro. Unhappy, were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy. Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most un.
happy. Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
[Aside. Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. O, heaven be judge, how I love Valentine,
Whose life's as tender to me as my soul;
And full as much (for more there cannot be),
I do detest false perjur'd Proteus :
Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to
Would I not undergo for one calm look ?
0,'tis the curse in love, and still approv'da,
When women cannot love where they're belov'd.
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov'd.
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, to love me.
Thou hast po faith left now, unless thou hadst two,
And that's far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend !
Who respects friend?
All men but Proteus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end;
And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you.
Sil. O heaven! Pro.
I'll force thee yield to my desire. Val. Ruffian, let go that'rude uncivil touch; Thou friend of an ill fashion ! Pro.
', Valentine! Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or
love; (For such is a friend now), treacherous man! Thou hast beguild my hopes; nought but mine eye Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say I have one friend alive; thou would'st disprove me. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry, I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
The private wound is deepest : () tiine, most curst!
'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst!
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me.-
Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.
Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased :-
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia, I give thee,
Jul. O me, uylappy!
[Faints. Pro. Look to the boy. Val. Why, boy! wliy, wag! how now? what is 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?
Here'tis: this is it. [Gives a ring
Pro. How ! let me see:
Why this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook ; This is the ring you sent to Silvia..
[Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam'st 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.
Pro. How! Julia !
Jul. Behold her that gave ain' to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd them deeply in her heart:
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the rool*!
O Proteus, let this babit make thee blush !
Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me
Such an immodest rayment; if shame live
In a disguise of love:
It is tbe lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.
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
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 have mine.
Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thurio.
A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke.
Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Come not within the measuret of my wrath:
Do not name Silvia thine ; if once again,
Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands,
Take but possession of her with a touch!-
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love,
. An allusion to cleaving the piu in archery.
+ Length of my sword. VOL. I.
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
I hold him but a fool, that will eudanger
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 for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such slight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again.
Plcad a new state iu thy unrivall’d merit,
To which I thus subscribe,-sir 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 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 wortlıy 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 hast prevail'd: I pardon them and
Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
With triumphsf, mirth, and rare solemnity.
Come, let us go; we will includet all jars.
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.