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Duke. Sir Valentine?
Val. Thurio, give back; or else embrace thy death :
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be.
Val. These banish'd men that I have kept withal,
orgive them what they have committed here,
Duke. Thou hast prevaild; I pardon them and thee;
Come, let us go; we will conclude all jars
Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
you of this page, my lord ?
you as we pass along,
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.