I scorn you, scurvy companion.
All difficulties are easy when they are known.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.
My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.
Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.