_Val._ Come, come, a hand from either: Let me be blest to make this happy close; 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes. _Pro._ Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever. _Jul._ And I mine. 120 _Enter _Outlaws_, with DUKE and THURIO._ _Outlaws._ A prize, a prize, a prize! _Val._ Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced, Banished Valentine. _Duke._ Sir Valentine! _Thu._ Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine. 125 _Val._ 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: 130 I dare thee but to breathe upon my love. _Thu._ 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. 135 _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, 140 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 unrival'd merit, To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine, 145 Thou art a gentleman, and well derived; Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her. _Val._ I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy. I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, To grant one boon that I shall ask of you. 150 _Duke._ I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. _Val._ 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: 155 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 160 With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity. _Val._ 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. 165 _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 you will wonder what hath fortuned. Come, Proteus; 'tis your penance but to hear 170 The story of your loves discovered: That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness. [_Exeunt._ Notes: V, 4.