RED. By my Ch-Ch-Christendom, I ha-have not b-been h-here this three nights; a p-p-plague of him, that made me such a ch-chanting, and s-sent me such a ja-ja-jaunt! blood, I was st-stayed for Skink, that ill-fa-fa-fac'd rogue.
POR. I pray God there be no practice in this change.
Now I remember these are Skink's clothes,
That he wore last day at the Parl'ament.
Knock; Enter at another door JOHN in GLOSTER'S gown.
JOHN. Porter? you Porter?
POR. Do you not hear them knock? you must stay, sir.
JOHN. Blood, I could eat these rogues.
RED. Wh-wh-what, raw?
'Tis a very harsh mo-morsel,
Ne-next your he-heart.
JOHN. A plague upon your jaunts! what, porter, slave?
RED. I have been at G-Gravesend, sir.
JOHN. What's that to me?