With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
35 Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you’ll prove.
Pro. ’Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
40 And he that is so yoked by a fool,