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, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable. My willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit.
