Dia. This is a Man indeed fit for my purpose. [Aside.
Friend. Nay, do not view me, I am no lovely Object;
I am a Man bred up to Noise and War,
And know not how to dress my Looks in Smiles;
Yet trust me, fair one, I can love and serve
As well as an Endymion, or Adonis.
Wou’d you were willing to permit that Service!
Dia. Why, Sir?—What cou’d you do?
Friend. Why—I cou’d die for you.
Dia. I need the Service of the living, Sir. But do you love me, Sir?
Friend. Or let me perish, flying from a single Enemy. I am a Gentleman, and may pretend to love you; And what you can command, I can perform.
Dia. Take heed, Sir, what you say, for I’m in earnest.
Friend. Command me any thing that’s just and brave; And, by my Eyes, ‘tis done.
Dia. I know not what you call just or brave; But those whom I do the Honour to command, Must not capitulate.
Friend. Let him be blasted with the Name of Coward, That dares dispute your Orders.