The Winter's Tale1999

Young Shepherd:
What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?

Autolycus:
A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with troll-my-dames. I knew him once a servant of the prince. I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.

Young Shepherd:
His vices you would say. There's no virtue whipped out of the court. They cherish it to make it stay there, and yet it will no more but abide.