JOHN. Play, Robin; run, run, run.
SKINK. Far enough and well: fly one foot more;
Would I were half so far without the door.
JOHN. Now, Porter, what's the news?
POR. Your cousin Morton humbly craves,
Leaving your game, you would come visit him.
JOHN. Bowl, Gloster; I'll come presently.
So near, mad Robin? then have after you.
[Ex. PORT.
SKINK. Would I were gone, make after as you may.
JOHN. Well, sir, 'tis yours, one all; throw but the jack,
While I go talk with Morton. I'll not stay,
Keep coat and hat in pawn, I'll hold out play.
[Ex. JOHN.
SKINK. I would be sorry, John, but you should stay,
Until my bias run another way.
Now pass and hey-pass, Skink, unto your tricks:
'Tis but a chance at hazard. There lies Gloster,
And here stands Skink; now, John, play thou thy part,
And if I 'scape I'll love thee with my heart.
[Puts on PRINCE JOHN'S cloak, sword, and hat.
So, porter! let me forth.
Enter PORTER.