Beau. Already a cuckold, Sir Jolly?
Sir Jol. No, that shall be, my boy; thou shalt make him one, and I'll pimp for thee, dear heart; and shan't I hold the door? shan't I peep, ha? shan't I, you devil, you little dog, shan't I?
Beau. What is it I'd not grant to oblige my patron!
Sir Jol. And then dost hear? I have a lodging for thee in my own house: dost hear, old soul? in my own house; she lives the very next door, man; there's but a wall to part her chamber and thine; and then for a peep-hole—odd's fish, I have a peep-hole for thee; 'sbud, I'll show thee, I'll show thee—
Beau. But when, Sir Jolly? I am in haste, impatient.
Sir Jol. Why, this very night, man; poor rogue's in haste, poor rogue; but hear you—
Cour. The matter?
Sir Jol. Shan't we dine together?
Beau. With all my heart.
Sir Jol. The Mall begins to empty. Get you before, and bespeak dinner at the Blue-Posts; while I stay behind and gather up a dish of whores for a dessert.