As appear'd Like one that knew his fortune at the worst, And car'd not what could follow. _Viol_. 'Tis the better, Reach me a Chair: so, bring him in, be careful That none disturb us: I will try his temper, And if I find him apt for my employments, _Enter_ Jamie, Servant. I'le work him to my ends; if not, I shall Find other Engines. _Ser_. There's my Lady. _Viol_. Leave us. _Jam_. You sent for me? _Viol_. I did, and do's the favour, Your present state considered and my power, Deserve no greater Ceremony? _Jam_. Ceremonie? I use to pay that where I owe a duty, Not to my Brothers wife: I cannot fawn, If you expect it from me, you are cozen'd, And so farewel. _Viol_. He bears up still; I like it. Pray you a word. _Jam_. Yes, I will give you hearing On equal terms, and sit by you as a friend, But not stand as a Sutor: Now your pleasure? _Viol_. You are very bold. _Jam_. 'Tis fit: since you are proud, I was not made to feed that foolish humour, With flattery and observance. _Viol_. Yet, with your favour, A little form joyn'd with respect to her, That can add to your wants, or free you from 'em (Nay raise you to a fate, beyond your hopes) Might well become your wisdom. _Jam_. It would rather Write me a Fool, should I but only think That any good to me could flow from you, Whom for so many years I have found and prov'd My greatest Enemy: I am still the same, My wants have not transform'd me: I dare tell you, To your new cerus'd face, what I have spoken Freely behind your back, what I think of you, You are the proudest thing, and have the least Reason to be so that I ever read of. In stature you are a Giantess: and your Tailor Takes measure of you with a Jacobs Staff, Or he can never reach you, this by the way For your large size: now, in a word or two, To treat of your Complexion were decorum: You are so far from fair, I doubt your Mother Was too familiar with the _Moor_ that serv'd her, Your Limbs and Features I pass briefly over, As things not worth description; and come roundly To your Soul, if you have any; for 'tis doubtful. _Viol_. I laugh at this, proceed. _Jam_.