Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine. Val. Thurio give back, or else embrace thy death; Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, I do applaud thy fpirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love. Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. To grant one boon that I shall ask of you. Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Forgive them what they have committed here, They They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord. Duke. Thou haft prevail'd: I pardon them, and thee; Difpofe of them, as thou know't their deferts. Come, let us go; we will include all jars Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold 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 done, our day of marriage shall be yours; [Exeunt. |