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Silvia. A thousand more mischances than this one Have learned me how to brook this patiently.
2 Outlaw. Come, bring her away. 1 Outlaw. Where is the gentleman that was with her?
3 Outlaw. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us, But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood, There is our captain; we'll follow him that's fled; The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape. 1 Outlaw. Come, I must bring you to our captain's
cave; Fear not; he bears an honourable mind, And will not use a woman lawlessly.
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! . This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns: Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and recorde 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 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?
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. How like a dream is this I see and hear ! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside.
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 un
happy. Julia. And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
Silvia. When Proteus cannot love where he's belov’d.
7 Felt, experienced.
Than plural faith, which is too much by one:
All men but Proteus.
Silvia. O heaven!
I'll force thee yield to my desire.
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: O time, most curst! 'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst !
Proteus. My shame and guilt confound me.
Then I am paid;'
Proteus. Look to the boy.
the matter? Look up; speak.
Julia. O good sir, my master charg'd me
Proteus. Where is that ring, boy?
Here 'tis: this is it. [Gives a ring.
Julia. 0, cry your 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 hath brought it hither.
Proteus. How! Julia!
Julia. Behold her that gave aims to all thy oaths, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart: How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ?9 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. Proteus. 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 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?
Valentine. Come, come, a hand from either: Let me be blest to make this happy close; 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
& Direction. An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery.
Proteus. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for
Enter OUTLAWS, with DUKE and TAURIO.
A prize, a prize, a prize! Valentine. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'dBanish'd Valentine. Duke.
Thurio. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
me happy. I now beseech you for your daughter's sake, To grant one boon that I shall ask of you. 1 Length of my sword.