Winw. That these people should be so ignorant to think us chapmen for them! do we look as if we would buy gingerbread, or hobby-horses?
Quar. Why, they know no better ware than they have, nor better customers than come: and our very being here makes us fit to be demanded, as well as others. Would Cokes would come! there were a true customer for them.
Knock. [to Edgworth.] How much is’t? thirty shillings? Who’s yonder! Ned Winwife and Tom Quarlous, I think! yes: (give me it all, give it me all.)—Master Winwife! Master Quarlous! will you take a pipe of tobacco with us?—Do not discredit me now, Zekiel.
[Edgworth gives him his purse.
Winw. Do not see him: he is the roaring horse-courser, pray thee let’s avoid him: turn down this way.
Quar. ’Slud, I’ll see him, and roar with him too, an he roared as loud as Neptune; pray thee go with me.
Winw. You may draw me to as likely an inconvenience, when you please, as this.
Quar. Go to then, come along; we have nothing to do, man, but to see sights now.
[They advance to the booth.
Knock. Welcome, master Quarlous, and master Winwife; will you take any froth and smoke with us?