Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?
Speed. Truly, sir, I think you’ll hardly win her.
Pro. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?
130 [Speed.] Sir, I could perceive nothing at all [from her]; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that [brought] your mind, I fear she’ll prove as hard to you in telling [your] mind. Give her no token but stones; for she’s as hard as steel.
135 Pro. [What said she? nothing?]
Speed. No, not so much [as ‘Take this for thy pains.’ To testify your bounty, I thank you], you have [testerned] me; in requital whereof, [henceforth] carry your [letters] yourself: and so, sir, I’ll commend you to my master.
140 Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
Which cannot perish having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore. Exit Speed.
I must go send some better messenger: