Foote
AN artist named Forfeit, having some job to do for Foote, got into a
foolish scrape about the antiquity of family with another artist, who
gave him such a drubbing as confined him to his bed for a considerable
time. Forfeit! Forfeit! said Foote, why, surely you have the best of
the argument; your family is not only several thousand years old, but
at the same time the most numerous of any on the face of the globe, on
the authority of Shakespeare:--
All the souls that are, were Forfeit once.