SKINK. God speed, good fellow.
RED. Go-Go-God sp-sp-speed you, sir.
SKINK. Why runn'st thou from me?
RED. Ma-Marry, sir, I have lo-lost a la-lady's name, and I am running ba-back to se-se-seek it.
SKINK. What lady? I prythee, stay.
RED. Why, the La-Lady Fau-Fau-Fau—
SKINK. Fauconbridge?
RED. Ay, the s-s-same: farewell. I th-th-thank you h-heartily.
SKINK. If thou would'st speak with her, she is in Kent. I serve her; what's thy business with my lady?
RED. I sh-sh-should do an errand to her f-f-from my Lord of Gloucester; but, a-a-and she be in K-Kent, I'll send it by you.