Identifier: comediesofwillia02shak (find matches)
Title: The comedies of William Shakespeare
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Abbey, Edwin Austin, 1852-1911
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Publisher: New York : Harper and brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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Madam Silvia;Which, out of my neglect, was never done. Pio. Where is that ring, boy? Julia. Here tis: this is it. Pro. How ! let me see:Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia. Julia. Oh, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia. \Shows another ring. Pio. But how camst 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. Pro. How? Julia? Julia. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths. And entertaind them deeply in her heart. How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root?Oh, Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!Be thou ashamed, that I have took upon meSuch an immodest raiment; if shame livehi a disguise of love. It is the lesser blot modesty finds Women to change their shapes than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds ? 'tis true. O heaven ! were man But constant, he were perfect: that one error Plate 36VALENTINE RESCUES SYLVIA Two Gentlemen of Verona, act v., scene iv.
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^ ■ n. V THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA 277 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? Val. Come, come, a hand from either. Let me be blest to make this happy close. T'were pity two such friends should be long foes. Pro. Bear witness. Heaven, I have my wish forever. Julia. And I mine. Enter Outlaws, with Duke and Thurio. Out. 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. 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,Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands,Take but possession of her with a touch—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 en

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