_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? wo’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 does 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 enraged at; but you have always had the ascendant I confess: when we were schoolfellows, you made me carry your books, make your exercise, own your rogueries, and sometimes take a whipping for you. When we were fellow-’prentices, though 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 the 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 should 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._ Ay, the plague 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. _Brass._ You know you gave me a bank-bill this morning to receive for you. _Dick._ I did so, of fifty pounds; ’tis thine. So, now thou art satisfied all is fixed. _Brass._ It is not indeed. There’s a diamond necklace you robb’d your mother of e’en now. _Dick._ Ah, you Jew! _Brass._ No words. _Dick._ My dear Brass! _Brass._ I insist. _Dick._ My old friend! _Brass._ Dick Amlet [_raising his voice_] I insist.