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 awhile away.
You conclude that my master is a shepherd then,
And I a sheep?
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 follows thy master, thy master
For wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a
Such another proof will make me cry ‘ba’.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.188).
Thus I have shunn’d the fire for fear of burning,
Ad drench’d me in the sea, where I am drowned.” (Shakespeare, 1994, p.191).