JOHN. Why so? now once more I'll sit down by you.
GLO. Blow, wind! the youngest of King Henry's stock
Would fitly serve to make a weathercock.
JOHN. Gape, earth! challenge thine own, as Gloster lies;
Pity such muck is cover'd with the skies?
FAU. Be quiet, good my lords; ['tis] the King's command
You should be quiet, and 'tis very meet;
It's most convenient—how say you, Prince Richard?
RICH. It is indeed.
FAU. Why, that is wisely said;
You are a very kind, indifferent man,
Marry a' God, and by my halidom,
Were not I had a feeling in my head
Of some suspicion 'twixt my wife and him
I should affect him more than all the world. [Aside.
GLO. Take heed, old Richard, keep thee there, mad lad.
My sisters' fair, and beauty may turn bad. [Aside.
SCENE THE THIRD.
Enter ROBIN HOOD, a paper in his hand.
OFFICER. Room there, make room for young Huntington.