Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Val. Me thinkes should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Yet Writers say; as in the sweetest Bud,
Pro. The eating Canker dwels; so eating Loue
Pro. Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Val. Val.
Val. And Writers say; as the most forward Bud
Val. Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow,
Val. Euen so by Loue, the yong, and tender wit
Val. Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the Bud,
Val. Loosing his verdure, euen in the prime,
Val. And all the faire effects of future hopes.
Val. But wherefore waste I time to counsaile thee
Val. That art a votary to fond desire?
Val. Once more adieu: my Father at the Road
Val. Expects my comming, there to see me ship'd.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let vs take our leaue: