's fairest of the fair.

_Tin_. Distinguished well!
'Twere most unseemly for a lord to love!--
Leave that to commoners! 'Tis vulgar--she's
Betrothed, you tell me, to Sir Thomas Clifford?

_Roch_. Yes.

_Tin_. That a commoner should thwart a lord!
Yet not a commoner. A baronet
Is fish and flesh. Nine parts plebeian, and
Patrician in the tenth. Sir Thomas Clifford!
A man, they say, of brains! I abhor brains
As I do tools: they're things mechanical.
So far are we above our forefathers
They to their brains did owe their titles, as
Do lawyers, doctors. We to nothing owe them,
Which makes us far the nobler.

_Roch_. Is it so?

_Tin_. Believe me. You shall profit by my training;
You grow a lord apace. I saw you meet
A bevy of your former friends, who fain
Had shaken hands with you. You gave them fingers!
You're now another man. Your house is changed--
Your table changed--your retinue--your horse--
Where once you rode a hack, you now back blood;--
Befits it, then, you also change your friends!

[Enter WILLIAMS.]

_Will_. A gentleman would see your lordship.

_Tin_. Sir!
What's that?

_Will_. A gentleman would see his lordship.

_Tin_. How know you, sir, his lordship is at home?
Is he at home because he goes not out?
He's not at home, though there you see him, sir;
Unless he certify that he's at home!
Bring up the name of the gentleman, and then
Your lord will know if he's at home or not.

[WILLIAMS goes out.]

Your man was porter to some merchant's door,
Who never taught him better breeding
Than to speak the vulgar truth! Well, sir?

[WILLIAMS having re-entered.]

_Will_. His name,
So please your lordship, Markham.

_Tin_. Do you know
The thing?

_Roch_. Right well! I'faith a hearty fellow,
Son to a worthy tradesman, who would do
Great things with little means; so entered him
In the Temple. A good fellow, on my life.
Nought smacking of his stock!

_Tin_. You've said enough!
His lordship's not at home.

[WILLIAMS goes out.]

We do not go
By hearts, but orders! Had he family--
Blood--though it only were a drop--his heart
Would pass for something; lacking such desert,
Were it ten times the heart it is, 'tis nought!

[Enter WILLIAMS.]

_Will_. One Master Jones hath asked to see you lordship.

_Tin_. And what was your reply to Master Jones?

_Will_. I knew not if his lordship was at home.

_Tin_. You'll do. Who's Master Jones?

_Roch_. A curate's son