COOMES. She's as honest as Nan Lawson.
PHIL. What's she?
COOMES. One of his whores.
PHIL. Why, hath he so many?
COOMES. Ay, as many as there be churches in London.
PHIL. Why, that's a hundred and nine.
BOY. Faith, he lies a hundred.
PHIL. Then thou art a witness to nine.
BOY. No, by God, I'll be witness to none.
COOMES. Now do I stand like the George at Colebrook.