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 shipp’d.
55 Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. 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;
60 And I likewise will visit thee with mine.