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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. [Noise within.]

       What halloing and what stir is this to-day?

       These are my mates, that make their wills their law,

       Have some unhappy passenger in chase.

       They love me well; yet I have much to do

       To keep them from uncivil outrages.

       Withdraw thee, Valentine: who’s this comes here?

       [Steps aside.]

       [Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.]

       PROTEUS.

       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 would have forc’d your honour and your love.

       Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look;

       A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,

       And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.

       VALENTINE. [Aside] How like a dream is this I see and hear!

       Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.

       SILVIA.

       O miserable, unhappy that I am!

       PROTEUS.

       Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;

       But by my coming I have made you happy.

       SILVIA.

       By thy approach thou mak’st me most unhappy.

       JULIA. [Aside] And me, when he approacheth to your presence.

       SILVIA.

       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.

       PROTEUS.

       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!

       SILVIA.

       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!

       PROTEUS.

       In love,

       Who respects friend?

       SILVIA.

       All men but Proteus.

       PROTEUS.

       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 ye.

       SILVIA.

       O heaven!

       PROTEUS.

       I’ll force thee yield to my desire.

       VALENTINE. [Coming forward.]

       Ruffian! let go that rude uncivil touch;

       Thou friend of an ill fashion!

       PROTEUS.

       Valentine!

       VALENTINE.

       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 own 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 deep’st. O time most curst!

       ‘Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!

       PROTEUS.

       My shame and guilt confounds me.

       Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow

       Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

       I tender ‘t here; I do as truly suffer

       As e’er I did commit.

       VALENTINE.

       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 appeas’d:

       And, that my love may appear plain and free,

       All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

       JULIA.

       O me unhappy! [Swoons]

       PROTEUS.

       Look to the boy.

       VALENTINE.

       Why, boy! why, wag! how now!

       What’s the matter? Look up; speak.

       JULIA.

       O good sir, my master charg’d me to deliver a ring to Madam

       Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.

       PROTEUS.

       Where is that ring, boy?

       JULIA.

       Here ‘tis; this is it. [Gives a ring.]

       PROTEUS.

       How! let me see. Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.

       JULIA.

       O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook;

       This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shows another ring.]

       PROTEUS.

       But how cam’st thou by this ring?

       At my depart I gave this unto Julia.

       JULIA.

       And Julia herself did give it me;

       And Julia herself have brought it hither.

       PROTEUS.

       How! Julia!

       JULIA.

       Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,

       And entertain’d them deeply in her heart: