ILF. Tut, let us be impudent enough, and good enough.
WEN. We have no acquaintance here, but young Scarborow.
ILF. How no acquaintance? Angels guard me from thy company. I tell thee, Wentloe, thou art not worthy to wear gilt spurs[330], clean linen, nor good clothes.
WEN. Why, for God's sake?
ILF. By this hand, thou art not a man fit to table at an ordinary, keep knights company to bawdy-houses, nor beggar thy tailor.
WEN. Why, then, I am free from cheaters, clear from the pox, and escape curses.
ILF. Why, dost thou think there is any Christians in the world?
WEN. Ay, and Jews too, brokers, puritans, and sergeants.
ILF. Or dost thou mean to beg after charity, that goes in a cold suit already, that thou talkest thou hast no acquaintance here? I tell thee, Wentloe, thou canst not live on this side of the world, feed well, drink tobacco[331], and be honoured into the presence, but thou must be acquainted with all sorts of men; ay, and so far in too, till they desire to be more acquainted with thee.
BAR. True, and then you shall be accounted a gallant of good credit.