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Duke. Sir Valentine?
Thu. Yonder is Silvia : and Silvia's mine.

Val. Thurio, give back; or else embrace thy death :
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
Do not name Silvia thine ; — but once again,
And Milan shall not hold thee. Here she stands,
Take but possession of her with a touch;
I dare thee but to breathe upon my

love.
Thu, Sir Valentine; I care not for her, I.
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not:
I claim her not; and therefore she is thine.

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such flight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love:
Know then, I here forget all former grief
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,
Plead a new state in thy unrival'd merit,
To which I thus subscribe: fir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well derived;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.

Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
now beseech you, for your daughter's fake,
To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.

Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.

Val. These banish'd men that I have kept withal,
Are men endu'd with worthy qualities :

orgive them what they have committed here,
And let them be recalled from their exile.
They are reformed, civil, full of good,
And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

Duke. Thou hast prevaild; I pardon them and thee;
Dispose of them as thou know'st their deserts.

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Come,

Come, let us go; we will conclude all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and all solemnity.

Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our discourse to make your grace to fmile.
What think

you of this page, my lord ?
Duke. I think, the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
Val. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.
Duke. What mean you by that saying?
Val. Please

you,
I'll tell

you as we pass along,
That
you

will wonder what hath fortuned. Come, Protheus, 'tis your penance but to hear The story of your love discovered : That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness. [Exeunt omnes.

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