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Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.
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Gentlemen of Verona.
Antonio, father to Proteus.
Thurio, a foolish rival to Valentine.
Panthino, servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Lucetta, waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE I. An open place in Verona.
CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus ;
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-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.' Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
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,
A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Once more adieu: my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
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.
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.
Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?