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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 [115]
More fresh in Julia’s with a constant eye?
VALENT INE
Come, come, a hand from either.
Let me be blest to make this happy close;
’Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
PROT EUS
Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. [120]
JULIA
And I mine.
[Enter the Outlaws, with the Duke and Thurio]
OUT LAWS
A prize, a prize, a prize!
VALENT INE
Forbear,
Forbear, I say! It is my lord the Duke.
Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
Banishèd Valentine.
DUKE
Sir Valentine? [125]
T HURIO
Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia’s mine.
VALENT INE
Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Come not within the measure of my wrath;
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; [130]
Take but possession of her with a touch:
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
