How use doth breed a habit in a man!

5.4.52121This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,

5.4.62122I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.

5.4.72123Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,

5.4.82124And to the nightingale's complaining notes

5.4.92125Tune my distresses and record my woes.

5.4.102126O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,

5.4.112127Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,

5.4.122128Lest growing ruinous, the building fall,

5.4.132129And leave no memory of what it was.

5.4.142130Repair me with thy presence, Silvia,

5.4.152131Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain.

5.4.162132What hallowing and what stir is this today?

5.4.172133These are my mates, that make their wills their law,

5.4.182134Have some unhappy passenger in chase.

5.4.192135They love me well, yet I have much to do

5.4.202136To keep them from uncivil outrages.

5.4.212137Withdraw thee, Valentine. [Valentine stands aside.] Who's this comes here?

Madam, this service I have done for you,

5.4.242139Though you respect not aught your servant doth,

5.4.252140To hazard life and rescue you from him

5.4.262141That would have forced your honor and your love.

5.4.272142Vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look.

5.4.282143A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,

5.4.292144And less then this I am sure you cannot give.

[Aside.] How like a dream is this? I see and hear.

5.4.312146Love, lend me patience to forbear a while.

Oh miserable, unhappy that I am.

Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came,

5.4.342149But by my coming I have made you happy.

By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.

[Aside.] And me, when he approacheth to your presence.

Had I been seized by a hungry lion,

5.4.382153I would have been a breakfast to the beast

5.4.392154Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.

5.4.402155Oh, heaven be judge how I love Valentine,

5.4.412156Whose life's as tender to me as my soul;

5.4.422157And full as much, for more there cannot be,

5.4.432158I do detest false perjured Proteus.

5.4.442159Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

What dangerous action, stood it next to death,

5.4.462161Would I not undergo for one calm look.

5.4.472162Oh 'tis the curse in love, and still approved,

5.4.482163When women cannot love where they're beloved.

When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved.

5.4.502165Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,

5.4.512166For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith

5.4.522167Into a thousand oaths, and all those oaths

5.4.532168Descended into perjury to love me.

5.4.542169Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two,

5.4.552170And that's far worse then none. Better have none

5.4.562171Than plural faith, which is too much by one,

5.4.572172Thou counterfeit to thy true friend.

In love,

5.4.592174Who respects friend?

All men but Proteus.

Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words

5.4.622177Can no way change you to a milder form,

5.4.632178I'll woo you like a soldier, at arm's end,

5.4.642179And love you 'gainst the nature of love: force ye.

5.4.652180SilviaO heaven.

5.4.662181Proteus[assailing her] I'll force thee yield to my desire.

[coming forward] Ruffian! Let go that rude uncivil touch,

5.4.682183Thou friend of an ill fashion.

Valentine.

Thou common friend, that's without faith or love,

5.4.712186For such is a friend now. Treacherous man,

5.4.722187Thou hast beguiled my hopes. Naught but mine eye

5.4.732188Could have persuaded me. Now I dare not say

5.4.742189I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.

5.4.752190Who should be trusted, when one's right hand

5.4.762191Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus,

5.4.772192I am sorry I must never trust thee more,

5.4.782193But count the world a stranger for thy sake.

5.4.792194The private wound is deepest. O time most accurst!

5.4.802195'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst.

5.4.812196ProteusMy shame and guilt confounds me.

5.4.822197Forgive me, Valentine. If hearty sorrow

5.4.832198Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

5.4.842199I tender't here. I do as truly suffer

5.4.852200As ere I did commit.

Then I am paid,

5.4.872202And once again I do receive thee honest.

5.4.882203Who by repentance is not satisfied,

5.4.892204Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased;

5.4.902205By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeased.

5.4.912206And that my love may appear plain and free,

5.4.922207All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

Oh me unhappy! [Faints.]

Look to the boy.

Why, boy?

5.4.962211Why wag, how now? what's the matter? Look up! speak.

O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring 2213to Madam Silvia, which out of my neglect was never done.

Where is that ring, boy?

Here 'tis. This is it. [Gives him a ring.]

How? Let me see.

5.4.1012217Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.

Oh, cry you mercy sir, I have mistook.

5.4.1032219This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

But how cam'st thou by this ring? At my depart

5.4.1052221I gave this unto Julia.

And Julia herself did give it me.

5.4.1072223And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

How? Julia?

Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,

5.4.1102226And entertained 'em deeply in her heart.

5.4.1112227How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root?

5.4.1122228O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush.

5.4.1132229Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me

5.4.1142230Such an immodest raiment, if shame live

5.4.1152231In a disguise of love.

5.4.1162232It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,

5.4.1172233Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.

Than men their minds? Tis true. Oh heaven! Were man

5.4.1192235But constant, he were perfect; that one error

5.4.1202236Fills him with faults, makes him run through all th' sins;

5.4.1212237Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

5.4.1222238What is in Silvia's face but I may spy

5.4.1232239More fresh in Julia's, with a constant eye?

Come, come, a hand from either.

5.4.1252241Let me be blest to make this happy close;

5.4.1262242'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.

Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever.

And I mine.

A prize! A prize! a prize!

Forbear, forbear I say. It is my lord the Duke.

5.4.1322247Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced,

5.4.1332248Banished Valentine.

Sir Valentine?

Yonder is Silvia, and Silvia's mine.

Turio, give back, or else embrace thy death.

5.4.1372252Come not within the measure of my wrath.

5.4.1382253Do not name Silvia thine. If once again,

5.4.1392254Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands.

5.4.1402255Take but possession of her with a touch -

5.4.1412256I dare thee but to breath upon my love.

Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I.

5.4.1432258I hold him but a fool that will endanger

5.4.1442259His body for a girl that loves him not.

5.4.1452260I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.

The more degenerate and base art thou

5.4.1472262To make such means for her as thou hast done

5.4.1482263And leave her on such slight conditions.

5.4.1492264Now, by the honor of my ancestry,

5.4.1502265I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,

5.4.1512266And think thee worthy of an empress's love.

5.4.1522267Know then, I here forget all former griefs,

5.4.1532268Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,

5.4.1542269Plead a new state in thy unrivaled merit,

5.4.1552270To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine,

5.4.1562271Thou art a gentleman and well derived,

5.4.1572272Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.

I thank your grace. The gift hath made me happy.

5.4.1592274I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake,

5.4.1602275To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.

I grant it for thine own, what ere it be.

These banished men, that I have kept withal,

5.4.1632278Are men endued with worthy qualities.

5.4.1642279Forgive them what they have committed here

5.4.1652280And let them be recalled from their exile.

5.4.1662281They are reformed, civil, full of good,

5.4.1672282And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

Thou hast prevailed. I pardon them and thee.

5.4.1692284Dispose of them as thou knowst their deserts.

5.4.1702285Come, let us go. We will include all jars,

5.4.1712286With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.

And as we walk along, I dare be bold

5.4.1732288With our discourse, to make your grace to smile.

5.4.1742289What think you of this page, my lord?

I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.

I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.

What mean you by that saying?

Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,

5.4.1792294That you will wonder what hath fortuned.

5.4.1802295Come, Proteus, 'tis your penance but to hear

5.4.1812296The story of your loves discovered.

5.4.1822297That done, our day of marriage shall be yours,

5.4.1832298One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.