Page 1881 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

And he that is so yokèd by a fool, [40] Exit.
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

PROT EUS

Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

VALENT INE

And writers say, as the most forward bud [45]
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. [50]
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.

PROT EUS

And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. [55]

VALENT INE

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. [60]

PROT EUS

All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.

VALENT INE

As much to you at home. And so farewell.

PROT EUS

He after honour hunts, I after love.
He leaves his friends to dignify them more;