Egre. None that thrives so well as that, within my knowledge.
Cow. Flattery rubs out; but since great men learn to admire themselves, 'tis something crest-faln.
Egre. To be of no Religion, argues a subtle, moral understanding, and it is often cherish'd.
Eust. Piety then, and valour, nor to do and suffer wrong, are they no virtues?
Egre. Rather vices, Eustace; Fighting! what's fighting? it may be in fashion among provant swords, and Buff-jerkin men: But w'us that swim in choice of Silks and Tissues; though in defence of that word Reputation, which is indeed a kind of glorious nothing, to lose a dram of blood must needs appear as coarse as to be honest.
Eust. And all this you seriously believe?
Cow. It is a faith that we will die in, since from the black Guard to the grim Sir in Office, there are few hold other Tenets.
Eust. Now my eyes are open, and I behold a strong necessity that keeps me knave and coward.
Cow. Y'are the wiser.
Eust. Nor can I change my copy, if I purpose to be of your society.