Duke. We renounce him then; go, discharge him instantly.
He that disclaims his gentry for meer gains,
That man's too base to make a vassal on.
Lap. What says the Duke?
1 [Gent.] Faith little to your comfort, Sir,
You must be a Gentleman agen.
Lap. How?
1 Gent. There's no remedy.
Lap. Marry, the fates forefend: ne'r while I breathe, Sir.
1 Gent. The Duke will have it so, there's no resisting,
He spy'd it i' your forehead.
Lap. My wife's doing.
She thought she should be put below her betters now,
And su'd to ha' me a Gentleman agen.
1 Gent. And very likely, Sir,
Marry, I'll give you this comfort when all's done,
You'll never pass but for a scurvy one,
That's all the help you have: come shew your pace.
Lap. The heaviest Gentleman that e'er lost place;
Bear witness, I am forc'd to't. [Exit.