Now, tell me, Proteus, what’s your will with me?
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover
5 The law of friendship bids me to conceal;
But when I call to mind your gracious favours
Done to me, undeserving [as] I am,
My duty pricks me on to utter that
Which else no worldly good should draw from me.
10 Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend,
This night intends to steal away your daughter:
Myself am one made privy to the plot.