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] Centlemen of Verona.
Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Servants, musicians. Scene, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan;
and on the frontiers of Mantua.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!.
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love,
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.'
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. · Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. • Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn’d to folly; blasting in the bud,
7 A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, Soc.
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell !
[Exit VALENTINE. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Enter Speed. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you : Saw you my master ? Pro, But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan,
Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Specd. You conclude that my master is a shepherd
then, and I a sheep?