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Valentine: Protheus, and Speed.

Valentine.

Eae to perwade, my louing Protheus; Home-keeping youth, haue euer homely wits, Wer’t not affection chaines thy tender dayes, To the weet glaunces of thy honour’d Loue, I rather would entreat thy company, To ee the wonders of the world abroad, Then (liuing dully luggardiz’d at home) Weare out thy youth with hapelee idlenee. But ince thou lou’t; loue till, and thrive therein, Euen as I would, when I to loue begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine adew, Thinke on thy Protheus, when thou(hap’ly) eet Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile. Wih me partaker in thy happinee, When thous dot meet good hap; and in thy danger, (If euer danger doe enuiron thee) Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadet-man, Valentine.

Val. And on loue-booke pray for my uccee?

Pro. Vpon ome booke I loue, I’le pray for thee.

Val. That’s on ome hallow Storie of deepe loue, How yong Leander crot the Hellepont.

Pro. That’s a deepe Storie of a deeper loue, For he has more than ouer-hooes in loue.

Val. ’Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue, And yet You neuer wom the Hellepont.

Pro. Ouer the Bootes? nay giue me not the Boots.

Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not.

Pro. What?

Val. To be in loue, where corne is bought with Coy looks, with hart-ore ighes: one fading moments With twenty watchfull, weary, tedious nights; If hap’ly won, perhaps a haplee gaine; If lot, why then a grieuous labour won; How ever : but a folly bought with wit, Or ele a wit, by folly vanquihed.

Pro. So, by your circumtance, you call me foole.

Val. So, by your circumtance, I feare you’l proue.

Pro. ’Tis Loue you cauill at, I am not Loue.

Val. Loue is your mater, for he maters you; And he that is o yoked by a foole, Me thinkes hould not be chronicled for wie.

Pro. Yet Writers ay; as in the weetet Bud, The eating Canker dwels; o eating Loue Inhabies in the finet wits of all.

Val. And Writers ay; as the mot forward Bud