ACT V SCENE IV | Another part of the forest. | |
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 | 5 |
| Tune my distresses and record 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! | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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, | 20 |
| To hazard life and rescue you from him |
| That would have forced 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. | 25 |
VALENTINE | [Aside] How like a dream is this I see and hear!
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| Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile. |
SILVIA | O miserable, unhappy that I am! |
PROTEUS | Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; |
| But by my coming I have made you happy. | 30 |
SILVIA | By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy. |
JULIA | [Aside] And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
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SILVIA | Had I been seized by a hungry lion, |
| I would have been a breakfast to the beast, |
| Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. | 35 |
| O, Heaven be judge how I love Valentine, |
| Whose life's as tender to me as my soul! |
| And full as much, for more there cannot be, |
| I do detest false perjured Proteus. |
| Therefore be gone; solicit me no more. | 40 |
PROTEUS | What dangerous action, stood it next to death, |
| Would I not undergo for one calm look! |
| O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approved, |
| When women cannot love where they're beloved! |
SILVIA | When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved. | 45 |
| Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, |
| For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith |
| Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths |
| Descended into perjury, to love me. |
| Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two; | 50 |
| And that's far worse than none; better have none |
| Than plural faith which is too much by one: |
| Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! |
PROTEUS | In love |
| Who respects friend? | 55 |
SILVIA | All men but Proteus. |
PROTEUS | Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words |
| Can no way change you to a milder form, |
| I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end, |
| And love you 'gainst the nature of love,--force ye. | 60 |
SILVIA | O heaven! |
PROTEUS | I'll force thee yield to my desire. |
VALENTINE | Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, |
| Thou friend of an ill fashion! |
PROTEUS | Valentine! | 65 |
VALENTINE | Thou common friend, that's without faith or love, |
| For such is a friend now; treacherous man! |
| Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye |
| Could have persuaded me: now I dare not say |
| I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me. | 70 |
| Who should be trusted, when one's own right hand |
| Is perjured 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 accurst, | 75 |
| 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst! |
PROTEUS | My shame and guilt confounds me. |
| Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow |
| Be a sufficient ransom for offence, |
| I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer | 80 |
| As e'er I did commit. |
VALENTINE | Then I am paid; |
| And once again I do receive thee honest. |
| Who by repentance is not satisfied |
| Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased. | 85 |
| By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased: |
| And, that my love may appear plain and free, |
| All that was mine in Silvia I give thee. |
JULIA | O me unhappy! |
[Swoons] |
PROTEUS | Look to the boy. | 90 |
VALENTINE | Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter? |
| Look up; speak. |
JULIA | O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring |
| to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done. |
PROTEUS | Where is that ring, boy? | 95 |
JULIA | Here 'tis; this is it. |
PROTEUS | How! let me see: |
| Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia. |
JULIA | O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook: |
| This is the ring you sent to Silvia. | 100 |
PROTEUS | But how camest 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! | 105 |
JULIA | Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, |
| And entertain'd 'em deeply in her heart. |
| How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root! |
| O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush! |
| Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me | 110 |
| 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. | 115 |
| O heaven! were man |
| But constant, he were perfect. That one error |
| Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins: |
| Inconstancy falls off ere it begins. |
| What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy | 120 |
| 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. |
PROTEUS | Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever. | 125 |
JULIA | And I mine. |
[Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO] |
Outlaws | A prize, a prize, a prize! |
VALENTINE | Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke. |
| Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced, |
| Banished Valentine. | 130 |
DUKE | Sir Valentine! |
THURIO | Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine. |
VALENTINE | Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; |
| Come not within the measure of my wrath; |
| Do not name Silvia thine; if once again, | 135 |
| Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands; |
| Take but possession of her with a touch: |
| I dare thee but to breathe upon my love. |
THURIO | Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; |
| I hold him but a fool that will endanger | 140 |
| 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 slight conditions. | 145 |
| 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 griefs, |
| Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, | 150 |
| Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit, |
| To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine, |
| Thou art a gentleman and well derived; |
| Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her. |
VALENTINE | I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy. | 155 |
| I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, |
| To grant one boom that I shall ask of you. |
DUKE | I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. |
VALENTINE | These banish'd men that I have kept withal |
| Are men endued with worthy qualities: | 160 |
| Forgive them what they have committed here |
| And let them be recall'd from their exile: |
| They are reformed, civil, full of good |
| And fit for great employment, worthy lord. |
DUKE | Thou hast prevail'd; I pardon them and thee: | 165 |
| Dispose of them as thou know'st their deserts. |
| Come, let us go: we will include all jars |
| With triumphs, mirth and rare solemnity. |
VALENTINE | And, as we walk along, I dare be bold |
| With our discourse to make your grace to smile. | 170 |
| What think you of this page, my lord? |
DUKE | I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes. |
VALENTINE | I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. |
DUKE | What mean you by that saying? |
VALENTINE | Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, | 175 |
| That you will wonder what hath fortuned. |
| Come, Proteus; 'tis your penance but to hear |
| The story of your loves discovered: |
| That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; |
| One feast, one house, one mutual happiness. | 180 |
[Exeunt] |