Lod. Yonder’s the Lord Hippolito; by any means leave him and me together; now will I turn him to a madman.
Ast., Car., &c. Save you my lord.
[Exeunt all except Hippolito and Lodovico.
Lod. I ha’ strange news to tell you.
Hip. What are they?
Lod. Your mare’s i’th’ pound.
Hip. How’s this?
Lod. Your nightingale is in a limebush.
Hip. Ha?
Lod. Your puritanical honest whore sits in a blue gown.[304]