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Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus

Valentine
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were ’t not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lov’st, love still and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin.

He after honor hunts, I after love.
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
I leave myself, my friends, and all, for love.

Proteus
Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu.
Think on thy Proteus when thou haply seest
Some rare noteworthy object in thy travel.
Wish me partaker in thy happiness
When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
Valentine
And on a love-book pray for my success?
Proteus
Upon some book I love I’ll pray for thee.
Valentine
That’s on some shallow story of deep love,
How young Leander crossed the Hellespont.
Proteus
That’s a deep story of a deeper love,
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Valentine
’Tis true, for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Proteus
Over the boots? Nay, give me not the boots.
Valentine
No, I will not, for it boots thee not.
Proteus
What?
Valentine
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans,
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment’s mirth
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labor won;
How ever, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquishèd.
Proteus
So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Valentine
So, by your circumstance, I fear you’ll prove.
Proteus
’Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Valentine
Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yokèd by a fool
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Proteus
Yet writers say: as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Valentine
And writers say: as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turned to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure, even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
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 shipped.
Proteus
And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Valentine
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.
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Proteus
All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.
Valentine
As much to you at home. And so farewell.
 He exits.
Proteus
He after honor 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.

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