RICH. Drink that; farewell. [Gives him money.
BLO. If that Sir Richard comes; this ties, this binds; O gold, thy power converteth servants' minds. [Exit.
RICH. How now, fair madam, who hath anger'd you?
LADY F. Grief at my brother's durance angers me.
RICH. I had thought my ward, young Huntington, had vex'd you.
LADY F. Who? he? alas, good gentleman, he wrong'd me not;
No matter, for all this I'll tell your tale.
A noise within, enter SKINK, BLOCK, CONSTABLE.
BLO. Sir, there comes no more of you in with him than the constable.
Zounds, here's a beadroll of bills at the gate indeed; back, ye base!
LADY F. Now, sirrah, what's the matter?
BLO. Marry, here's a stammerer taken clipping the king's English, and the constable and his watch hath brought him to you to be examin'd.