_Cour._ Pr'ythee don't talk thus; I had rather thou wouldst tell me where new levies are to be raised: a pox of whores, when a man has not money to make 'em comfortable! _Beau._ That shall shower upon us in abundance; and for instance, know, to thy everlasting amazement, all this dropped out of the clouds to-day. _Cour._ Ha! gold, by this light! _Four._ Out of the clouds? _Beau._ Ay, gold! does it not smell of the sweet hand that sent it? Smell--smell, you dog! [_To_ FOURBIN. [FOURBIN _smells the handful of gold, and_ _gathers up some pieces in his mouth_. _Four._ Truly, sir, of heavenly sweetness, and very refreshing. _Cour._ Dear Beaugard, if thou hast any good-nature in thee, if thou wouldst not have me hang myself before my time, tell me where the devil haunts that helped thee to this, that I may go make a bargain with him presently: speak, speak, or I am a lost man. _Beau._ Why, thou must know this devil, which I have given my soul to already, and must I suppose have my body very speedily, lives I know not where, and may, for aught I know, be a real devil; but if it be, 'tis the best natured devil under Beelzebub's dominions,--that I'll swear to. _Cour._ But how came the gold, then? _Beau._ To deal freely with my friend, I am lately happened into the acquaintance of a very reverend pimp, as fine a discreet, sober, grey-bearded old gentleman as one would wish; as good a natured public-spirited person as the nation holds; one that is never so happy as when he is bringing good people together, and promoting civil understanding betwixt the sexes: nay, rather than want employment, he will go from one end of the town to t'other, to procure my lord's little dog to be civil to my lady's little languishing bitch. _Cour._ A very worthy member of the commonwealth! _Beau._ This noble person one day--but Fourbin can give you a more particular account of the matter. Sweet sir, if you please, tell us the story of the first encounter betwixt you and Sir Jolly Jumble. You must know that's his title.