_Lel._ You may, But not this rough way, Servant; we are tender, And ought in all to be respected so; If I had been your Horse, or Whore, you might Back me with this intemperance; I thought You had lov'd as worthy men, whose fair affections Seek pleasures warranted, not pull'd by violence, Do so no more. _Jul._ I hope you are not angry? _Lel._ I should be with another man, I am sure, That durst appear but half thus violent. _Jul._ I did not mean to ravish ye. _Lel._ You could not. _Jul._ You are so willing-- _Lel._ How? _Jul._ Methinks this shadow, If you had so much shame as fits a woman, At least of your way, Mistriss, long e're this Had been laid off to me that understand ye. _Lel._ That understand me? Sir, ye understand, Nor shall, no more of me than modesty Will, without fear, deliver to a stranger; You understand I am honest, else I tell ye, (Though you were better far than _Julio_) You, and your understanding are two fools, But were we Saints, thus we are still rewarded: I see that Woman had a pretty catch on't, That had made you the Master of a kindness, She durst not answer openly; O me! How easily we Women may be cozen'd! I took this _Julio_, as I have a faith, (This young Dissembler with the sober Vizard) For the most modest, temper'd Gentleman, The coolest, quietest, and best Companion; For such an one I could have wish'd a Woman. _Jul._ You have wish'd me ill enough o' conscience, Make me no worse for shame; I see the more I work by way of service to obtain ye, You work the more upon me. Tell me truly (While I am able to believe a Woman, For if you use me thus, that faith will perish) What is your end, and whither you will pull me; Tell me, but tell me that I may not start at, And have a cause to curse ye.