Act V
Scene I
Milan. An abbey.
Enter Eglamour. | |
Eglamour |
The sun begins to gild the western sky;
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Enter Silvia. | |
Lady, a happy evening! | |
Silvia |
Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
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Eglamour |
Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;
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Scene II
The same. The Duke’s palace.
Enter Thurio, Proteus, and Julia. | |
Thurio | Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? |
Proteus |
O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
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Thurio | What, that my leg is too long? |
Proteus | No; that it is too little. |
Thurio | I’ll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. |
Julia | Aside. But love will not be spurr’d to what it loathes. |
Thurio | What says she to my face? |
Proteus | She says it is a fair one. |
Thurio | Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. |
Proteus |
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
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Julia |
Aside. ’Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes;
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Thurio | How likes she my discourse? |
Proteus | Ill, when you talk of war. |
Thurio | But well, when I discourse of love and peace? |
Julia | Aside. But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. |
Thurio | What says she to my valour? |
Proteus | O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. |
Julia | Aside. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. |
Thurio | What says she to my birth? |
Proteus | That you are well derived. |
Julia | Aside. True; from a gentleman to a fool. |
Thurio | Considers she my possessions? |
Proteus | O, ay; and pities them. |
Thurio | Wherefore? |
Julia | Aside. That such an ass should owe them. |
Proteus | That they are out by lease. |
Julia | Here comes the duke. |
Enter Duke. | |
Duke |
How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
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Thurio | Not I. |
Proteus | Nor I. |
Duke | Saw you my daughter? |
Proteus | Neither. |
Duke |
Why then,
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Thurio |
Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
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Proteus |
And I will follow, more for Silvia’s love
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Julia |
And I will follow, more to cross that love
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Scene III
The frontiers of Mantua. The forest.
Enter Outlaws with Silvia. | |
First Outlaw |
Come, come,
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Silvia |
A thousand more mischances than this one
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Second Outlaw | Come, bring her away. |
First Outlaw | Where is the gentleman that was with her? |
Third Outlaw |
Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us,
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First Outlaw |
Come, I must bring you to our captain’s cave:
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Silvia | O Valentine, this I endure for thee! Exeunt. |
Scene IV
Another part of the forest.
Enter Valentine. | |
Valentine |
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
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Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia. | |
Proteus |
Madam, this service I have done for you,
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Valentine |
Aside. How like a dream is this I see and hear!
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Silvia | O miserable, unhappy that I am! |
Proteus |
Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;
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Silvia | By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy. |
Julia | Aside. And me, when he approacheth to your presence. |
Silvia |
Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
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Proteus |
What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
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Silvia |
When Proteus cannot love where he’s beloved.
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Proteus |
In love
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Silvia | All men but Proteus. |
Proteus |
Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
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Silvia | O heaven! |
Proteus | I’ll force thee yield to my desire. |
Valentine |
Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
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Proteus | Valentine! |
Valentine |
Thou common friend, that’s without faith or love,
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Proteus |
My shame and guilt confounds me.
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Valentine |
Then I am paid;
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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 charged 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. |
Proteus |
How! let me see:
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Julia |
O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:
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Proteus |
But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart
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Julia |
And Julia herself did give it me;
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Proteus | How! Julia! |
Julia |
Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
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Proteus |
Than men their minds! ’tis true. O heaven! were man
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Valentine |
Come, come, a hand from either:
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Proteus | Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever. |
Julia | And I mine. |
Enter Outlaws, with Duke and Thurio. | |
Outlaws | A prize, a prize, a prize! |
Valentine |
Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke.
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Duke | Sir Valentine! |
Thurio | Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia’s mine. |
Valentine |
Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
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Thurio |
Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I:
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Duke |
The more degenerate and base art thou,
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Valentine |
I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
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Duke | I grant it, for thine own, whate’er it be. |
Valentine |
These banish’d men that I have kept withal
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Duke |
Thou hast prevail’d; I pardon them and thee:
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Valentine |
And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
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Duke | I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes. |
Valentine | I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. |
Duke | What mean you by that saying? |
Valentine |
Please you, I’ll tell you as we pass along,
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