SCENE I.—The Street before Whitehall.
Enter Sir Jolly Jumble, Beaugard, Courtine, and Fourbin.
Cour. Sir Jolly is the glory of the age.
Sir Jol. Nay, now, sir, you honour me too far.
Beau. He's the delight of the young, and wonder of the old.
Sir Jol. I swear, gentlemen, you make me blush.
Cour. He deserves a statue of gold, at the charge of the kingdom.
Sir Jol. Out upon't, fie for shame! I protest I'll leave your company if you talk so. But faith they were pure whores, daintily dutiful strumpets: ha! uddsbud, they'd—have stripped for t'other bottle.
Beau. Truly, Sir Jolly, you are a man of very extraordinary discipline: I never saw whores under better command in my life.