LADY F. Farewell all comfort.
ROB. What, weeping, lady?
Then I perceive you have forgot Blackheath!
LADY F. No, there I'll learn both of his life and death.
ROB. Till Monday, madam, I must take my leave.
LADY F. You will not miss then?
ROB. Nay, if Robin fail ye,
Let him have never favour of fair lady!
LADY F. Meanwhile, I'll spend my time in prayers and tears, That Gloster may escape these threat'ned fears. [Exit
SCENE THE SEVENTEENTH.
Enter SKINK, like PRINCE[495] JOHN.
SKINK. Thus jets my noble Skink along the streets,
To whom each bonnet vails, and all knees bend;
And yet my noble humour is too light
By the six shillings. Here are two crack'd groats
To helter-skelter at some vaulting-house[496].
But who comes yonder? ha! old Fauconbridge?
Hath a brave chain; were John and he good friends,
That chain were mine, and should unto Blackheath.
I'll venture; it's but trial: luck may fall.
Good morrow, good Sir Richard Fauconbridge.