SPEED.
And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

PROTEUS.
Come, come; open the matter; in brief: what said she?

SPEED.
Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both
at once delivered.

PROTEUS.
Well, sir, here is for your pains [giving him money]. What said
she?

SPEED.
Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

PROTEUS.
Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?

SPEED.
Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so
much as a ducat for delivering your letter; and being so hard to
me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in
telling your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as
hard as steel.

PROTEUS.
What! said she nothing?