160 Pro. Why, Valentine, what [braggardism] is this?
Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can is nothing
To her, whose worth [makes] other [worthies] nothing;
She is alone.
Pro.
[Then] let her alone.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own;
165 And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the [rocks] pure gold.