_Flip._ I don't know, she has always some of her masters with her: but I'll go and see if she can spare you a moment, and bring you word. [_Exit ~Flippanta~._ _Dick._ I wish my old hobbling mother han't been blabbing something here she should not do. _Brass._ Fear nothing, all's safe on that side yet. But, how speaks young mistress's epistle? soft and tender? _Dick._ As pen can write. _Brass._ So you think all goes well there? _Dick._ As my heart can wish. _Brass._ You are sure on't? _Dick._ Sure on't! _Brass._ Why then, ceremony aside, [_Putting on his hat._] You and I must have a little talk, Mr. _Amlet_. _Dick._ Ah, _Brass_, what art thou going to do? Wou't ruin me? _Brass._ Look you, _Dick_, few words; you are in a smooth way of making your fortune. I hope all will roll on. But how do you intend matters shall pass 'twixt you and me in this business? _Dick._ Death and Furies! What a time dost take to talk on't? _Brass._ Good words, or I betray you; they have already heard of one Mr. _Amlet_ in the house. _Dick._ Here's a son of a whore! [_Aside._ _Brass._ In short, look smooth, and be a good prince: I am your valet, 'tis true: your footman sometimes, which I'm enrag'd at; but you have always had the ascendant, I confess: when we were school-fellows, you made me carry your books, make your exercise, own your rogueries, and sometimes take a whipping for you. When we were fellow-prentices, tho' I was your senior, you made me open the shop, clean my master's shoes, cut last at dinner, and eat all the crust. In our sins too, I must own you still kept me under; you soar'd up to adultery with our mistress, while I was at humble fornication with the maid. Nay, in our punishments you still made good your post: for when once upon a time I was sentenced but to be whipp'd, I cannot deny but you were condemn'd to be hang'd. So that in all times, I must confess, your inclinations have been greater and nobler than mine; however, I cannot consent that you shou'd at once fix fortune for life, and I dwell in my humilities for the rest of my days. _Dick._ Hark thee, _Brass_, if I do not most nobly by thee, I'm a dog. _Brass._ And when? _Dick._ As soon as ever I am married. _Brass._ Ah, the pox take thee. _Dick._ Then you mistrust me? _Brass._ I do by my faith. Look you, Sir, some folks we mistrust, because we don't know them; others we mistrust, because we do know them: and for one of these reasons I desire there may be a bargain beforehand: If not [_Raising his voice._] look ye _Dick Amlet_---- _Dick._ Soft, my dear friend and companion. The dog will ruin me. [_Aside._] Say, what is't will content thee? _Brass._ O ho! _Dick._ But how canst thou be such a barbarian? _Brass._ I learnt it at _Algiers_. _Dick._ Come, make thy _Turkish_ demand then.