KING. Hold that murderous Skink.
GLO. Villains, hands off; I am a prince, a peer,
And I have borne disgrace, while I can bear.
FAU. Knaves, leave your rudeness; how now, brother
Gloster? nay, be appeas'd, be patient, brother.
RICH. Shift for thyself, good Skink; there's gold, away:
Here will be parts.[460]
SKINK. Swounds! I'll make one, and stay.
JOHN. I prythee, begone, since thus it falleth out,
Take water; hence, away; thy life I doubt.
SKINK. Well, farewell [then]; get I once out of door, Skink never will put trust in warrants more. [Exit.
KING. Will Gloster not be bridled?
GLO. Yes, my liege;
And saddled too, and rid, and spurred, and rein'd,
Such misery (in your reign) 'falls your friends.
Let go my arms, you dunghills; let me speak.
KING. Where's that knave, Skink? I charge you see him stay'd.