Volume Vii Part 91 (2/2)

Skink, thou'rt betray'd, that Master Fauconbridge, Missing some of his chain has got thee dogg'd.

Drawer! what Drawer?

DRA. Anon, anon, sir.

SKINK. Was not Sir Richard Fauconbridge below?

DRA. Yes, and please ye.

SKINK. It does not please me well. Knows he that I am here?

DRA. No, I protest.

SKINK. Come hither, sirrah. I have little money; But there's some few links of a chain of gold.

Upon your honesty, knows not Sir Richard That I am here?

DRA. No, by my holy-dam.

SKINK. Who's that was with him?

DRA. Why, a pursuivant.

SKINK. Where is Sir Richard?

DRA. At the alderman's.

SKINK. A pursuivant, and at the alderman's?

What pig, or goose, or capon, have you kill'd Within your kitchen new?

DRA. A pig new-stick'd.

SKINK. Fetch me a saucer of the blood; quick, run; [_Exit_ DRAWER.

I'll fit the pursuivant, and alderman, And Fauconbridge, if Skink have any wit.

Well, Gloster, I did never love thee yet; But thou'st the maddest lord that e'er I met.

If I 'scape this, and meet thee once again, Curse Skink, if he die penny in thy debt.

_Re-enter_ DRAWER.

DRA. O my lord, the house is full of halberts, and a great many gentlemen ask for the room where Prince John is.

SKINK. Lend me thy ap.r.o.n; run and fetch a pot from the next room.

Betray'd, swounds, betray'd by gout, by palsy, by dropsy-- _Re-enter_ DRAWER _with a pot_.

O brave boy, excellent blood! up, take my cloak And my hat to thy share; when I come from Kent, I'll pay Thee like a king.

DRA. I thank you, my lord.

[_Exit_ DRAWER.

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