Smirk. Consider, Sir, the dignity of my function.

Sir Ed. Your father is my tailor. You are my servant;

And do you think a cassock and a girdle

Can alter you so much as to enable

You (who before were but a coxcomb, Sir)

To teach me?

Smirk. My orders give me authority to speak.

A power legantine I have from Heaven.

Sir Ed. Show your credentials.

The indiscretion of such paltry fellows