How, with my honour, I may undertake
A journey to my loving Proteus.
Luc. Alas, the way is wearisome and long!
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
10 To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;
Much less shall she that hath Love’s wings to fly,
And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Of such divine [perfection], as Sir Proteus.
Luc. Better forbear till Proteus make return.
15 Jul. O, know’st thou not, his looks are my soul’s food?