Ser. Sir, because you are in such haste, I would be loth delay you any longer: you cannot.
Asp. It shall become you tho' to tell your Lord.
Ser. Sir, he will speak with no body.
Asp. This is most strange: art thou gold proof? there's for thee; help me to him.
Ser. Pray be not angry Sir, I'le do my best.
[Exit.
Asp. How stubbornly this fellow answer'd me!
There is a vile dishonest trick in man,
More than in women: all the men I meet
Appear thus to me, are harsh and rude,
And have a subtilty in every thing,
Which love could never know; but we fond women
Harbor the easiest and smoothest thoughts,
And think all shall go so; it is unjust
That men and women should be matcht together.
Enter Amintor and his man.
Amint. Where is he!
Ser. There my Lord.