Tin. Believe me. You shall profit by my training;
You grow a lord apace. I saw you meet
A bevy of your former friends, who fain
Had shaken hands with you. You gave them fingers!
You’re now another man. Your house is changed—
Your table changed—your retinue—your horse—
Where once you rode a hack, you now back blood;—
Befits it, then, you also change your friends!
[Enter Williams.]
Will. A gentleman would see your lordship.
Tin. Sir!
What’s that?
Will. A gentleman would see his lordship.
Tin. How know you, sir, his lordship is at home?
Is he at home because he goes not out?
He’s not at home, though there you see him, sir;
Unless he certify that he’s at home!
Bring up the name of the gentleman, and then
Your lord will know if he’s at home or not.
[Williams goes out.]
Your man was porter to some merchant’s door,
Who never taught him better breeding
Than to speak the vulgar truth! Well, sir?
[Williams having re-entered.]
Will. His name,
So please your lordship, Markham.