_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_; let me kiss That hand of thine in honour that I bear Unto the wrong'd _Aspatia_: here I stand That did it; would he could not; gentle youth Leave me, for there is something in thy looks That calls my sins in a most hideous form Into my mind; and I have grief enough Without thy help.