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 nought;
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?