Pro. That"s a deepe Storie, of a deeper loue, For he was more then ouer-shooes in loue
Val. "Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue, And yet you neuer swom the h.e.l.lespont
Pro. Ouer the Bootes? nay giue me not the Boots
Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not
Pro. What?
Val. To be in loue; where scorne is bought with grones: Coy looks, with hart-sore sighes: one fading moments mirth, With twenty watchfull, weary, tedious nights; If hap"ly won, perhaps a haplesse gaine; If lost, why then a grieuous labour won; How euer: but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit, by folly vanquished
Pro. So, by your circ.u.mstance, you call me foole
Val. So, by your circ.u.mstance, I feare you"ll 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 Inhabits in the finest wits of all
Val. And Writers say; as the most forward Bud Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow, Euen so by Loue, the yong, and tender wit Is turn"d to folly, blasting in the Bud, Loosing his verdure, euen in the prime, And all the faire effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsaile thee That art a votary to fond desire?
Once more adieu: my Father at the Road Expects my comming, there to see me ship"d
Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine
Val. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let vs take our leaue: To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters Of thy successe in loue; and what newes else Betideth here in absence of thy Friend: And I likewise will visite thee with mine
Pro. All happinesse bechance to thee in Millaine
Val. As much to you at home: and so farewell.
Enter
Pro. He after Honour hunts, I after Loue; He leaues his friends, to dignifie them more; I loue my selfe, my friends, and all for loue: Thou Iulia, thou hast metamorphis"d me: Made me neglect my Studies, loose my time; Warre with good counsaile; set the world at nought; Made Wit with musing, weake; hart sick with thought
Sp. Sir Protheus: "saue you: saw you my Master?
Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain
Sp. Twenty to one then, he is ship"d already, And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loosing him
Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often stray, And if the Shepheard be awhile away
Sp. You conclude that my Master is a Shepheard then, and I Sheepe?
Pro. I doe
Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes, whether I wake or sleepe
Pro. A silly answere, and fitting well a Sheepe
Sp. This proues me still a Sheepe
Pro. True: and thy Master a Shepheard
Sp. Nay, that I can deny by a circ.u.mstance
Pro. It shall goe hard but ile proue it by another
Sp. The Shepheard seekes the Sheepe, and not the Sheepe the Shepheard; but I seeke my Master, and my Master seekes not me: therefore I am no Sheepe
Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard, the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe: thou for wages followest thy Master, thy Master for wages followes not thee: therefore thou art a Sheepe
Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baa
Pro. But do"st thou heare: gau"st thou my Letter to Iulia?
Sp. I Sir: I (a lost-Mutton) gaue your Letter to her (a lac"d-Mutton) and she (a lac"d-Mutton) gaue mee (a lost-Mutton) nothing for my labour
Pro. Here"s too small a Pasture for such store of Muttons
Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg"d, you were best sticke her
Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: "twere best pound you
Sp. Nay Sir, lesse then a pound shall serue me for carrying your Letter
Pro. You mistake; I meane the pound, a Pinfold
Sp. From a pound to a pin? fold it ouer and ouer, "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer
Pro. But what said she?
Sp. I
Pro. Nod-I, why that"s noddy
Sp. You mistooke Sir: I say she did nod; And you aske me if she did nod, and I say I
Pro. And that set together is noddy
Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to set it together, take it for your paines
Pro. No, no, you shall haue it for bearing the letter
Sp. Well, I perceiue I must be faine to beare with you