Act 5, Scene 4: Another part of the forest

SCENE IV. Another part of the forest.

    Enter VALENTINE

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
    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!
    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.
    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,
    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.

VALENTINE

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

SILVIA

    By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy.

JULIA

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

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.
    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.

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.
    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;
    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?

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.

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!

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.
    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,
    '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
    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.
    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.

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?

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.

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!

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
    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.
    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
    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.

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.

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,
    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
    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.
    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,
    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.
    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:
    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:
    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.
    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,
    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.

    Exeunt

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