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 circumstance, you call me foole Val. So, by your circumstance, 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 circumstance 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