GLO. Nay, stay; go to the Lady Fauconbridge, my sister.
RED. The La-La-Lady Fau-Fau-Fauconbreech?
I r-r-run, sir!
GLO. But take thy errand; tell her I am prisoner,
Committed to the Fleet.
RED. I am g-g-glad of th-th-that, my fa-fa-father the p-p-porter sha-shall ge-ge-get a f-f-fee by you. [Still runs.
GLO. Stand still a while—desire her to make means
Unto Prince Richard for my liberty;
At thy return (make speed) I will reward thee.
RED. I am g-g-gone, si-sir.
RICH. Commend me to her, gentle Huntington;
Tell her in these affairs I'll stand her friend,
Her brother shall not long be prisoner:
Say I will visit her immediately.
Begone, sweet boy, to Marion Fauconbridge,
Thou lookest like love: persuade her to be loving.
ROB. So far as honour will, I will persuade;
I'll lay love's battery to her modest ears;
Second my mild assault, you may chance win,
Fair parley at the least may hap pass in.
[Exit.
HEN. Here, take your charge; let no man speak with him,
Except ourself, our brethren, or Earl Leicester.
FAU. Not I, my lord? may not I speak with him?