_Man._ Well, there's success in thy face. Hast thou prevailed? say. _Fid._ As I could wish, sir. _Man._ So; I told thee what thou wert fit for, and thou wouldst not believe me. Come, thank me for bringing thee acquainted with thy genius. Well, thou hast mollified her heart for me? _Fid._ No, sir, not so; but what's better. _Man._ How, what's better? _Fid._ I shall harden your heart against her. _Man._ Have a care, sir; my heart is too much in earnest to be fooled with, and my desire at height, and needs no delay to incite it. What, you are too good a pimp already, and know how to endear pleasure by withholding it? But leave off your page's bawdy-house tricks, sir, and tell me, will she be kind? _Fid._ Kinder than you could wish, sir. _Man._ So, then: well, prithee, what said she? _Fid._ She said-- _Man._ What? thou'rt so tedious: speak comfort to me; what? _Fid._ That of all things you are her aversion. _Man._ How! _Fid._ That she would sooner take a bedfellow out of an hospital, and diseases into her arms, than you. _Man._ What? _Fid._ That she would rather trust her honour with a dissolute debauched hector, nay worse, with a finical baffled coward, all over loathsome with affectation of the fine gentleman. _Man._ What's all this you say? _Fid._ Nay, that my offers of your love to her were more offensive, than when parents woo their virgin-daughters to the enjoyment of riches only; and that you were in all circumstances as nauseous to her as a husband on compulsion. _Man._ Hold! I understand you not. _Fid._ So, 'twill work, I see. [_Aside._ _Man._ Did you not tell me-- _Fid._ She called you ten thousand ruffians. _Man._ Hold, I say. _Fid._ Brutes-- _Man._ Hold. _Fid._ Sea-monsters-- _Man._ Damn your intelligence! Hear me a little now. _Fid._ Nay, surly coward she called you too. _Man._ Won't you hold yet? Hold, or-- _Fid._ Nay, sir, pardon me; I could not but tell you she had the baseness, the injustice, to call you coward, sir; coward, coward, sir. _Man._ Not yet-- _Fid._ I've done:--coward, sir. _Man._ Did not you say, she was kinder than I could wish her? _Fid._ Yes, sir. _Man._ How then?--O--I understand you now. At first she appeared in rage and disdain; the truest sign of a coming woman: but at last you prevailed, it seems; did you not? _Fid._ Yes, sir. _Man._ So then; let's know that only: come, prithee, without delays. I'll kiss thee for that news beforehand. _Fid._ So; the kiss I'm sure is welcome to me, whatsoe'er the news will be to you. [_Aside._ _Man._ Come, speak, my dear volunteer. _Fid._ How welcome were that kind word too, if it were not for another woman's sake! [_Aside._ _Man._ What, won't you speak? You prevailed for me at last, you say? _Fid._ No, sir. _Man._ No more of your fooling, sir: it will not agree with my impatience or temper.