have been. My father, thou wert right, indeed!

_Will._ Thy cousin would see thee. She is miserable
about something, and will be here presently.

_Arth._ I will wither him with my reproaches.

_Will._ You have bad stuff to deal with. He will
not become good suddenly, as in some stage-plays.
You shall not frown him into a virtuous act. Nevertheless,
abuse him, an 'twill do thee good. Look you,
dear master, I will describe him. He hath a neat
and cheerful aspect, and talketh very smoothly; nay,
for a time he shall agree with everybody, that you
shall think him the most good-natured fellow alive;
he shall be as benevolent as a lawyer nursing his leg,
whilst he listens to the tale of him whom his client
oppresseth, and you shall win him just as easily.
Let the question of gain put him in action, and the
devil inside shall jump out, like an ape stirred up to
malice. He affects, too, a vulgar frankness, which is
often the mask of selfishness, as a man who helps
himself first at table with a "ha! ha!" in a facetious
manner, a jocose greediness, which is most actual,
real earnest within.

_Arth._ Alas! If this be true, what chance have
I? for such a one as thou describest would call charity
herself a cheat, and deem the emotion of an angel
morbid generosity.