JULIA: Counsel, Lucetta. Gentle girl, assist me;

And ev’n in kind love I do conjure thee—

Who art the table wherein all my thoughts

Are visibly charactered and engraved—

To lesson me and tell me some good mean

How with my honor I may undertake

A journey to my loving Proteus.

LUCETTA: Alas, the way is wearisome and long.

JULIA: A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

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.

LUCETTA: Better forbear till Proteus make return.

JULIA: O, know’st thou not his looks are my soul’s food?

Pity the dearth that I have pinèd in

By longing for that food so long a time.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

Thou wouldst as soon go