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      Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

       Pro.

      What dangerous action, stood it next to death,

      Would I not undergo for one calm look?

      O, ’tis the curse in love, and still approv’d,

      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 no faith left now, unless thou’dst 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!

       Pro.

      In love

      Who respects friend?

       Sil.

      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 arm’s end,

      And love you ’gainst the nature of love—force ye.

       Sil.

      O heaven!

       Pro.

      I’ll force thee yield to my desire.

      Val. [Coming forward.]

      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 beguil’d my hopes! Nought but mine eye

      Could have persuaded me; now I dare not say

      I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.

      Who should be trusted, when one’s right hand

      Is perjured 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: O time most accurst!

      ’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 offense,

      I tender’t here: I do as truly suffer

      As e’er I did commit.

       Val.

      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 th’ Eternal’s wrath’s appeas’d:

      And that my love may appear plain and free,

      All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

      Jul. O me unhappy!

       [Swoons.]

      Pro. Look to the boy.

      Val. Why, boy! why, wag! 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?

       Jul.

      Here ’tis; this is it.

       [Shows 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 aim to all thy oaths,

      And entertain’d ’em deeply in her heart.

      How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root?

      O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!

      Be thou asham’d that I have took upon me

      Such an immodest raiment—if shame live

      In a disguise of love!

      It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,

      Women to change their shapes than men their minds.

       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 th’ 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] Duke, Thurio, Outlaws.

       Outlaws.

      A prize, a prize, a prize!