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Enter Out-laws, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, I say; it is my
lord the duke.
Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Duke. Sir Valentine!
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 spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
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.
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,
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.
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. 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;
Two households, both alike in dignity,
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.
The which if you with patient ears attend,