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Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.
Gentlemen of Verona.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Scene, Sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan;
and on the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE 1.–An open place in Verona. Enter
Valentine and Proteus.
, since thou jov'st, love still, and thrive therein,
adieu! on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy dan
danger do environ thee, Cornmend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beads-man, Valentine.
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. 1 Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. Pro.
To be In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
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 çanker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime,
(1) A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.