I'm Not The Grandson Of That Ass Quin;[1] Nor Can You Prove It, Mr. Pasquin. My Grandame Had Gallants By Twenties, And Bore My Mother By A 'Prentice. This When My Grandsire Knew, They Tell Us He In Christ-Church Cut His Throat For Jealousy. And, Since The Alderman Was Mad You Say, Then I Must Be So Too, Ex Traduce.