FAU. Good morrow, my sweet Prince, hearty good morrow;
This greeting well becomes us, marry does it,
Better, i'wis, than strife and jangling.
Now can I love ye; will ye to the sheriffs?
Your brother Richard hath been there this hour.
SKINK. Yes, I am plodding forward, as you do;
What cost your chain? it's passing strongly wrought,
I would my goldsmith had a pattern of it.
FAU. 'Tis at your grace's service: show it him.
SKINK. Then dare ye trust me?
FAU. Who? the princely John!
My sovereign's son: why, what a question's that.
I'll leave you; ye may know I dare trust you.
SKINK. I'll bring it ye to the sheriff's, excuse my absence.
FAU. I will, my noble lord; adieu, sweet prince.
[Exit.
SKINK. Why so; this breakfast was well fed upon.
When Skink's devices on Blackheath do fail,
This and such cheats would set me under sail,
I'll to the water-side, would it were later [on];
For still I am afraid to meet Prince John.
SCENE THE EIGHTEENTH.
Enter GLOSTER like FAUCONBRIDGE.