Page 1882 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. [65]
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at naught;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter Speed.

SPEED

Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? [70]

PROT EUS

But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.

SPEED

Twenty to one then he is shipped already,
And I have played the sheep in losing him.

PROT EUS

Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
And if the shepherd be a while away. [75]

SPEED

You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?

PROT EUS

I do.

SPEED

Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. [80]

PROT EUS

A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.

SPEED

This proves me still a sheep.

PROT EUS

True; and thy master a shepherd.