Tin. Do you know
The thing?
Roch. Right well! I’faith a hearty fellow,
Son to a worthy tradesman, who would do
Great things with little means; so entered him
In the Temple. A good fellow, on my life.
Nought smacking of his stock!
Tin. You’ve said enough!
His lordship’s not at home.
[Williams goes out.]
We do not go
By hearts, but orders! Had he family—
Blood—though it only were a drop—his heart
Would pass for something; lacking such desert,
Were it ten times the heart it is, ’tis nought!
[Enter Williams.]
Will. One Master Jones hath asked to see you lordship.
Tin. And what was your reply to Master Jones?
Will. I knew not if his lordship was at home.
Tin. You’ll do. Who’s Master Jones?