[Scene III.] [A street].
Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
Ant. I could not stay behind you: my desire,
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, though so much
As might have drawn [one] to a longer voyage,
But jealousy what might befall your travel,