Tin. That a commoner should thwart a lord!
Yet not a commoner. A baronet
Is fish and flesh. Nine parts plebeian, and
Patrician in the tenth. Sir Thomas Clifford!
A man, they say, of brains! I abhor brains
As I do tools: they're things mechanical.
So far are we above our forefathers
They to their brains did owe their titles, as
Do lawyers, doctors. We to nothing owe them,
Which makes us far the nobler.

Roch. Is it so?

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.