PROTEUS
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament'st. Time is the
nurse and breeder of all good. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Besides, thy staying will
abridge thy life. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that And manage it against despairing thoughts. Thy
letters may be here, though thou art hence; Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Even in the milk-
white bosom of thy love. The time now serves not to expostulate: Come, I'll convey thee through the city-
gate; And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Of all that may concern thy love-affairs. As thou lovest Silvia,
though not for thyself, Regard thy danger, and along with me! VALENTINE
I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate. PROTEUS
Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. VALENTINE
O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!
Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS LAUNCE
I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's all one,
if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a team of horse
shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I will not tell myself; and
yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's
maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel; which is much in a bare Christian.
Pulling out a paper
Here is the cate-log of her condition. 'Imprimis: She can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse can do no more: nay,
a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a jade. 'Item: She can milk;' look you, a
sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.
Enter SPEED SPEED
How now, Signior Launce! what news with your mastership? LAUNCE
With my master's ship? why, it is at sea. SPEED
Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. What news, then, in your paper? LAUNCE
The blackest news that ever thou heardest.
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