_Fid._ Sir, good sir, generous captain. _Man._ Prithee, kind impertinence, leave me. Why should'st thou follow me, flatter my generosity now, since thou knowest I have no money left? if I had it, I'd give it thee, to buy my quiet. _Fid._ I never followed yet, sir, reward or fame, but you alone; nor do I now beg anything but leave to share your miseries. You should not be a niggard of 'em, since, methinks, you have enough to spare. Let me follow you now, because you hate me, as you have often said. _Man._ I ever hated a coward's company, I must confess. _Fid._ Let me follow you till I am none, then; for you, I'm sure, will go through such worlds of dangers, that, I shall be inured to 'em; nay, I shall be afraid of your anger more than danger, and so turn valiant out of fear. Dear captain, do not cast me off till you have tried me once more: do not, do not go to sea again without me. _Man._ Thou to sea! to court, thou fool; remember the advice I gave thee: thou art a handsome spaniel, and canst fawn naturally: go, busk about and run thyself into the next great man's lobby; first fawn upon the slaves without, and then run into the lady's bedchamber; thou mayst be admitted at last to tumble her bed. Go seek, I say, and lose me; for I am not able to keep thee; I have not bread for myself. _Fid._ Therefore I will not go, because then I may help and serve you. _Man._ Thou! _Fid._ I warrant you, sir; for, at worst, I could beg or steal for you. _Man._ Nay, more bragging! Dost thou not know there's venturing your life in stealing? Go, prithee, away: thou art as hard to shake off as that flattering, effeminating mischief, love. _Fid._ Love did you name? Why, you are not so miserable as to be yet in love, sure? _Man._ No, no, prithee away, begone, or--[_Aside._] I had almost discovered my love and shame; well, if I had, that thing could not think the worse of me--or if he did--no--yes, he shall know it--he shall--but then I must never leave him, for they are such secrets, that make parasites and pimps lords of their masters: for any slavery or tyranny is easier than love's.--[_Aloud._] Come hither, since thou art so forward to serve me: hast thou but resolution enough to endure the torture of a secret? for such to some is insupportable. _Fid._ I would keep it as safe as if your dear, precious life depended on't. _Man._ Damn your dearness! It concerns more than my life,--my honour. _Fid._ Doubt it not, sir. _Man._ And do not discover it, by too much fear of discovering it; but have a great care you let not Freeman find it out. _Fid._ I warrant you, sir, I am already all joy with the hopes of your commands; and shall be all wings in the execution of 'em: speak quickly, sir. _Man._ You said you'd beg for me. _Fid._ I did, sir. _Man._ Then you shall beg for me. _Fid._ With all my heart, sir. _Man._ That is, pimp for me. _Fid._ How, sir?