_Beau._ I am sorry for that with all my heart; do you know, say you, sir? and would you put off your mumbled orts,[30] your offal, upon me? _Sir Jol._ Hush, hush, hush! have a care; as I live and breathe, not I; alack and well-a-day, I am a poor old fellow, decayed and done: all's gone with me, gentlemen, but my good-nature; odd, I love to know how matters go though now and then, to see a pretty wench and a young fellow touze and rouze and frouze and mouze; odd, I love a young fellow dearly, faith dearly! _Cour._ This is the most extraordinary rogue I ever met withal. _Beau._ But, Sir Jolly, in the first place, you must know I have sworn never to marry. _Sir Jol._ I would not have thee, man: I am a bachelor myself and have been a whore-master all my life;--besides, she's married already, man; her husband's an old, greasy, untoward, ill-natured, slovenly, tobacco-taking cuckold; but plaguy jealous. _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. _Cour._ Be sure that they be lewd, drunken, stripping whores, Sir Jolly, that won't be affectedly squeamish and troublesome. _Sir Jol._ I warrant you. _Cour._ I love a well-disciplined whore, that shows all the tricks of her profession with a wink, like an old soldier that understands all his exercise by beat of drum. _Sir Jol._ Ah, thief, sayest thou so? I must be better acquainted with that fellow; he has a notable nose; a hard brawny carle, true and trusty, and mettle, I'll warrant him. _Beau._ Well, Sir Jolly, you'll not fail us?