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Two Gentlement of Verona.
Actus primus, Scena prima.
Valentine: Protheus, and Speed.
Valentine.
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Eaſe to perſwade, my louing Protheus;
Home-keeping youth, haue euer homely wits, Wer’t not affection chaines thy tender dayes, To the ſweet glaunces of thy honour’d Loue, I rather would entreat thy company, To ſee the wonders of the world abroad, Then (liuing dully ſluggardiz’d at home) Weare out thy youth with ſhapeleſſe idleneſſe. But ſince thou lou’ſt; loue ſtill, and thrive therein, Euen as I would, when I to loue begin.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine adew, Thinke on thy Protheus, when thou(hap’ly) ſeeſt Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile. Wiſh me partaker in thy happineſſe, When thous doſt meet good hap; and in thy danger, (If euer danger doe enuiron thee) Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadeſt-man, Valentine.
Val. And on loue-booke pray for my ſucceſſe?
Pro. Vpon ſome booke I loue, I’le pray for thee.
Val. That’s on ſome ſhallow Storie of deepe loue, How yong Leander croſt the Helleſpont.
Pro. That’s a deepe Storie of a deeper loue, For he has more than ouer-ſhooes in loue.
Val. ’Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue, And yet You neuer ſwom the Helleſpont.
Pro. Ouer the Bootes? nay giue me not the Boots.
Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not.
Pro. What?(grones:
Val. To be in loue, where ſcorne is bought with Coy looks, with hart-ſore ſighes: one fading moments With twenty watchfull, weary, tedious nights;(mirth, If hap’ly won, perhaps a hapleſſe gaine; If loſt, why then a grieuous labour won; How ever : but a folly bought with wit, Or elſe a wit, by folly vanquiſhed.
Pro. So, by your circumſtance, you call me foole.
Val. So, by your circumſtance, I feare you’l proue.
Pro. ’Tis Loue you cauill at, I am not Loue.
Val. Loue is your maſter, for he maſters you; And he that is ſo yoked by a foole, Me thinkes ſhould not be chronicled for wiſe.
Pro. Yet Writers ſay; as in the ſweeteſt Bud, The eating Canker dwels; ſo eating Loue Inhabies in the fineſt wits of all.
Val. And Writers ſay; as the moſt forward Bud
