Lap. Why, what's the matter?
1 Gent. I'm but thinking on't.
I've heard you wish these five years for a place.
Now there's one fall'n, and freely without money too;
And empty yet, and yet you cannot have't.
Lap. No? what's the reason? I'll give money for't,
Rather than go without Sir.
1 Gen. That's not it Sir:
The troth is, there's no Gentleman must have it
Either for love or money, 'tis decreed so;
I was heartily sorry when I thought upon you,
Had you not been a Gentleman, I had fitted you.
Lap. Who I a Gentleman? a pox I'm none, Sir.
1 Gent. How?
Lap. How? why did you ever think I was?
1 Gent. What? not a Gentleman?
Lap. I would thou'dst put it upon me i'faith;
Did not my Grand-father cry Cony-skins?
My Father Aquavitæ? a hot Gentleman:
All this I speak on, i' your time and memory too;
Only a rich Uncle dy'd, and left me chattels,
You know all this so well too—
1 Gent. Pray excuse me, Sir, ha' not you Arms?