Lap. The Cholliques? with hot trenchers at their bellies;
There's nothing better, Sir, to blaze a Chollique.
1 Gent. And are not you a Gentleman by this Sir?
Lap. No, I disclaim't: no belly-ake upon earth
Shall make me one: he shall not think
To put his gripes upon me,
And wring out gentry so, and ten pound first.
If the wind Instrument will make my wife one,
Let her enjoy't, for she was a Harpers Grand-child:
But Sir, for my particular, I renounce it.
1 Gent. Or to be call'd so?
Lap. I Sir, or imagin'd.
1 Gent. None fitter for the place: give me thy hand.
Lap. A hundred thousand thanks, beside a Bribe, Sir.
1 Gent. Yo must take heed
Of thinking toward a Gentleman, now.
Lap. Pish, I am not mad, I warrant you: nay, more Sir,
If one should twit me i'th' teeth that I'm a Gentleman,
Twit me their worst, I am but one since Lammas,
That I can prove, if they would see my heart out.
[1] Gen. Marry, in any case keep me that evidence.