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ANTONIO, father to Proteus.
THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.
LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE, sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company,
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
Val. And on a love-book, pray for my success.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swom the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Val. To be
In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Once more adieu: my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp’d.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!