Lor. So, very well; how mortal is the favour of
Princes! these be turns of State now; what the
Devil ails he trow; sure he could not be
Offended with the News I have brought him;
If he be, he’s strangely out of tune:
And sure he has too much Wit to grow virtuous at these
Years. No, no, he has had some repulse from a
Lady; and that’s a wonder; for he has a Tongue and a
Purse that seldom fails: if Youth and Vigour would
Stretch as far, he were the wonder of the Age.