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 likewise will visit thee with mine. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! As much to you at home! and so, farewell. He after honour hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignify them more, I leave myself, my friends and all, for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be a while away. You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep? I do. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. A silly answer and fitting well a sheep. This proves me still a sheep. True; and thy master a shepherd. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.' But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia? Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. You mistake; I mean the pound,--a pinfold. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. But what said she? Ay. Nod--Ay--why, that's noddy. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me if she