Bravo. What are you?
Moc. I am bold to disturb you, and would fain communicate a business, if you had the patience to hear me.
Bravo. Speak, what is't?
Moc. You seem a man upon whom fortune, perhaps, has not cast so favourable an aspect as you deserve.
Bravo. Can you win her to look better?
Moc. Though not her, yet, perhaps, a servant of hers, that shall be as gracious to you and as profitable.
Bravo. What's she?
Moc. It may be you want money: there is a way to purchase it, if you have the heart.
Bravo. The heart! Hast thou the heart to speak, nay to conceive, what I dare not undertake?