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This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

[Shows another ring.]

Pro.

But how cam’st thou by this ring? At my depart

I gave this unto Julia.

Jul.

And Julia herself did give it me,

And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

Pro.

How? Julia?

Jul.

Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,

And entertain’d ’em deeply in her heart.

How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root?

O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!

Be thou asham’d that I have took upon me

Such an immodest raiment—if shame live

In 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

Fills him with faults; makes him run through all th’ 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;

’Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.