May live, and laugh at all that you can do.
God save you Sir.
[_Enter Servant_.

_Ser_. And you Sir; what's your business?

_Asp_. With you Sir now, to do me the Office
To help me to you[r] Lord.

_Ser_. What, would you serve him?

_Asp_. I'le do him any service; but to haste,
For my affairs are earnest, I desire to speak with
him.

_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.

_Amint_. What would you Sir?

_Asp_. Please it your Lordship to command your man
Out of the room; shall deliver things
Worthy your hearing.

_Amint_. Leave us.

_Asp_. O that that shape should bury falshood in it.

[_Aside_.

_Amint_. Now your will Sir.

_Asp_. When you know me, my Lord, you needs must guess
My business! and I am not hard to know;
For till the change of War mark'd this smooth face
With these few blemishes people would call me
My Sisters Picture, and her mine; in short,
I am the brother to the wrong'd _Aspatia_.

_Amint_. The wrong'd _Aspatia_! would thou wert so too
Unto the wrong'd _Amintor_; le