Further on Slipper again shows his readiness in dialogue—
Sir Bartram. Ho, fellow! stay and let me speak with thee.
Slip. Fellow! friend thou dost abuse me: I am a gentleman.
Sir B. A gentleman! how so?
Slip. Why, I rub horses, Sir.
Sir B. And what of that?
Slip. O simple-witted! mark my reason. They that do good service in the commonweal are gentlemen, but such as rub horses do good service in the commonweal, ergo, tarbox, master courtier, a horse-keeper is a gentleman.
Sir B. Here is over much wit in good earnest. But, sirrah, where is thy master?
Slip. Neither above ground nor under ground; drawing out red into white, swallowing that down without chawing, which was never made without treading.
Sir B. Why, where is he then?