CON. No, madam, we are commanded by the king to watch; and meeting this fellow at Mile-end, he tells us he is the porter's son of the Fleet, [and] that the Earl of Gloster sent him to you.
SKINK. Ay, f-forsooth he desire[d] you to speak to the p-prince for him.
LADY F. O, I conceive thee; bid him blithely fare,
Bear him this ring in token of my care.
SKINK. If I be rid of this evil angel that haunts me, many rings, much
Fleet, will Skink come unto. [Aside.
CON. Madam, if you know this fellow, we'll discharge him.
BLO. Madam, and you be wise, trust your honest neighbours here; let them bring this ca-ca-ca-ca-to the Fleet, and s-see your ring delivered.
SKINK. A plague upon you for a damned rogue!
The porter of the Fleet will surely know me. [Aside.
LADY F. Good neighbours, bring this honest fellow thither;
There's for his pains a crown, if he say true,
And for your labour there's as much for you.
SKINK. Why, ma-ma-madam, I am Re-Re-Redcap, the porter's son.
LADY F. Thou hast no wrong in this; farewell, good fellow.