SKINK. Best speaking to Prince Richard? no, I'll try
And face out Redcap, if the slave were by.
LADY F. Make them drink, Block.
BLO. Come to the buttery-bar, stitty-stitty stammerer; come, honest
Constable, hey! the watch of our town; we'll drink, try-lill, i'faith.
SCENE THE TENTH.
As they go out, enters SIR RICHARD FAUCONBRIDGE,
stealing forward, PRINCE and LADY talking.[471]
ROB. Lupus in fabula, my noble Lord;
See the old fox, Sir Richard Fauconbridge.
RICH. We'll fit him well enough; second us, Robin.
LADY F. I'll fit you well enough for all your hope.
[FAUC. beckons to BLOCK.
FAU. Leave quaffing, sirrah, listen to their talk.