Sir Jol. Ay, wine, wine, give us wine! a pox on matrimony—matrimony, in the devil's name!
Cour. But if an honest harlot or two chance to inquire for us, friend—
Sir Jol. Right, sirrah, if whores come never so many, give 'em reverence and reception, but nothing else; let nothing but whores and bottles come near us, as you tender your ears.
[A door is opened, discovering a table, with bottles, &c.
Beau. Why, there's, there's the land of Canaan now in little. Hark you, drawer, dog, shut, shut the door, sirrah, do you hear? Shut it so close that neither cares nor necessities may peep in upon us.
[Exeunt Beaugard, Courtine, and Sir Jolly.
Enter Sir Davy Dunce, Fourbin, and Bloody-Bones.
Four. Bloody-Bones, be sure to behave yourself handsomely, and like your profession; show yourself a cut-throat of parts, and we'll fleece him.
Bloody-B. My lady says, we must be expeditious; Sir Jolly has given notice to the captain by this time, so that nothing is wanting but the management of this over-grown gull to make us hectors at large, and keep the whore Fortune under.
Draw. Welcome, gentlemen, very welcome, sir; will't please you to walk into a room? Or shall I wait upon your honour's pleasure here?