Verona. An open Place.
 Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Valentine	Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus;
	Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
	Were't not affection chains thy tender days
	To the sweet glances of thy honoured love,
	I rather would entreat thy company
	To see the wonders of the world abroad
	Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
	Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
	But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,
	Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Proteus	Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
	Think on thy Proteus when thou haply seest
	Some rare noteworthy object in thy travel.
	Wish me partaker in thy happiness
	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 beadsman, Valentine.

Valentine	And on a love-book pray for my success?

Proteus	Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.

Valentine	That's on some shallow story of deep love,
	How young Leander crossed the Hellespont.

Proteus	That's a deep story of a deeper love,
	For he was more than over shoes in love.

Valentine	'Tis true, for you are over boots in love,
	And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

Proteus	Over the boots? Nay, give me not the boots.

Valentine	No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

Proteus											What?

Valentine	To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans,
	Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth,
	With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights.
	If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
	If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
	However, but a folly bought with wit,
	Or else a wit by folly vanquishd.

Proteus	So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

Valentine	So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.

Proteus	'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.

Valentine	Love is your master, for he masters you;
	And he that is so yokd by a fool
	Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Proteus	Yet writers say "As in the sweetest bud
	The eating canker dwells, so eating love
	Inhabits in the finest wits of all".

Valentine	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 turned to folly, blasting in the bud,
	Losing his verdure even in the prime,
	And all the fair effects of future hopes".
	But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee
	That art a votary to fond desire?
	Once more adieu. My father at the road
	Expects my coming, there to see me shipped.

Proteus	And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Valentine	Sweet Proteus, no. Now let us take our leave.
	To 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.

Proteus	All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.

Valentine	As much to you at home; and so farewell.
												[Exit.
Proteus	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 metamorphosed me,
	Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
	War with good counsel, set the world at naught;
	Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

                               Enter SPEED.

Speed	Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?

Proteus	But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.

Speed	Twenty to one, then, he is shipped already,
	And I have played the sheep in losing him.

Proteus	Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
	An if the shepherd be a while away.

Speed	You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a 
	sheep.

Proteus	I do.

Speed	Why, then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.

Proteus	A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.

Speed	This proves me still a sheep.

Proteus	True, and thy master a shepherd.

Speed	Nay, that I can deny by circumstance.

Proteus	It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another.

Speed	The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the 
	shepherd. But I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: 
	therefore I am no sheep.

Proteus	The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for 
	food follows not the sheep. Thou for wages followest thy 
	master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore 
	thou art a sheep.

Speed	Such another proof will make me cry 'baa'.

Proteus	But dost thou hear? Gav'st thou my letter to Julia?

Speed	Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced 
	mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, 
	nothing for my labour.

Proteus	Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

Speed	If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

Proteus	Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.

Speed	Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying 
	your letter.

Proteus	You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.

Speed	From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and over,
	'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your
	lover.

Proteus	But what said she?

Speed	[Nodding.] Ay.

Proteus	Nod-ay? Why, that's 'noddy'.

Speed	You mistook, sir. I say she did nod, and you ask me if she 
	did nod, and I say 'Ay'.

Proteus	And that set together is 'noddy'.

Speed	Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it 
	for your pains.

Proteus	No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Speed	Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.

Proteus	Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed	Marry, sir, the letter very orderly, having nothing but the 
	word 'noddy' for my pains.

Proteus	Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

Speed	And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Proteus	Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she?

Speed	Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both 
	at once delivered.

Proteus	[Giving money.] Well, sir, here is for your pains. What 
	said she?

Speed	Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Proteus	Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?

Speed	Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so 
	much as a ducat for delivering your letter. And being so 
	hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as 
	hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but 
	stones, for she's as hard as steel.

Proteus	What said she? Nothing?

Speed	No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains'. To testify 
	your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in 
	requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself. 
	And so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
												[Exit.
Proteus	Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wrack,
	Which cannot perish having thee aboard,
	Being destined to a drier death on shore.
	I must go send some better messenger.
	I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
	Receiving them from such a worthless post.
												[Exit.
