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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!

Pro.

My shame and guilt confounds me.

Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow

Be a sufficient ransom for offense,

I tender’t here: I do as truly suffer

As e’er I did commit.

Val.

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 pleas’d;

By penitence th’ Eternal’s wrath’s appeas’d:

And that my love may appear plain and free,

All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.

Jul. O me unhappy!

[Swoons.]

Pro. Look to the boy.

Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what’s the matter? Look up; speak.

Jul. O good sir, my master charg’d me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which (out of my neglect) was never done.

Pro.

Where is that ring, boy?

Jul.

Here ’tis; this is it.

[Shows a ring.]

Pro.

How? let me see.

Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.

Jul.

O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook;