LADY F. What, Block, what, Block, I say! what do you there?
BLO. Making the young lord merry, madam.
LADY F. Go, attend the gate;
See if you can let in more grief thereat.
BLO. Zounds, and grief come in there; and I see
Him once, I'll conjure his gaberdine. [Aside.
LADY F. Will you be gone, sir?
BLO. Hem! these women, these women!
And she be not in love either with Prince Richard or this lad, let
Block's head be made a chopping-block.
[Exit BLOCK.
ROB. Fair madam, what reply you to my suit?
The prince expects[470] smiles, welcomes, loving looks.
LADY F. The prince, if he give heed to Marian's suit,
Must hear heart-sighs, see sorrow in my eyes,
And find cold welcome to calamities.
ROB. And why, for God's sake?
LADY F. Even for Gloster's sake.