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r, gentlemen? What! Take no notice of an old friend? PIP. Pox on it! don't talk to me, I am voweled by the Count, and cursedly out of humour. AC. Voweled! Prithee, Trimmer, what does he mean by that? TRIM. Have a care, Harry, speak softly; don't show your ignorance:--If you do, they'll bite you where-e'er they meet you; they are such cursed curs,--the present wits. AC. Bite me! What do you mean? PIP. Why! Don't you know what biting is? Nay, you are in the right on it. However, one would learn it only to defend oneself against men of wit, as one would know the tricks of play, to be secure against the cheats. But don't you hear, Acorn, that report, that some potentates of the Alliance have taken care of themselves, exclusive of us? AC. How! Heaven forbid! After all our glorious victories; all this expense of blood and treasure! PIP. Bite-- AC. Bite! How? TRIM. Nay, he has bit you fairly enough; that's certain. AC. Pox! I don't feel it--how? Where? [_Exit_ PIP _and_ TRIMMER, _laughing._ AC. Ho! Mr. Friendly, your most humble servant; you heard what passed between those fine gentlemen and me. Pip complained to me, that he has been voweled; and they tell me, I am bit. FRIEND. You are to understand, sir, that simplicity of behaviour, which is the perfection of good breeding and good sense, is utterly lost in the world; and in the room of it, there are started a thousand little inventions, which men, barren of better things, take up in the place of it. Thus, for every character in conversation that used to please, there is an impostor put upon you. Him whom we allowed formerly for a certain pleasant subtilty, and natural way of giving you an unexpected hit, called a droll, is now mimicked by a biter, who is a dull fellow, that tells you a lie with a grave face, and laughs at you for knowing him no better than to believe him. Instead of that sort of companion, who could rally you, and keep his countenance, till he made you fall into some little inconsistency of behaviour, at which you yourself could laugh with him, you have the sneerer, who will keep you company from morning to night, to gather your follies of the day (which perhaps you commit out of confidence in him), and expose you in the evening to all the scorners in town. For your man of sense and free spirit, whose set of thoughts were built upon learning, reason, and experience, you have now an impudent creature made up of vice only, who sup
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