Enter PORTER and SKINK.
POR. Why should the watchman come along with thee?
SKINK. There's such, a que-question for yon s-same r-rogue; Skink, p-plague keep [me] far enough from him, that a-an-honest f-fellow ca-can-not w-w-walk the streets.
POR. Well, sir, dispatch your business with the earl; He's angry at your stay, I tell ye that. [Exit.
SKINK. 'Sblood, what a frown this Gloster casts at me;
I hope he means to lend me no more cuffs,
Such as he paid me at the Parliament. [Aside.
GLO. What mutter you? what tidings from my sister?
SKINK. Co-commendations, and s-she hath s-sent ye this r-ring.
GLO. Hold, there's two angels; shut the chamber-door,
You must about some business for me straight;
Come nearer, man.
SKINK. I fear I am too near. [Aside.
GLO. Hast thou no tidings for my liberty?