GLO. Well, keep close watch; I'll bring him presently.
JOHN, Away then quickly.
GLO. Gloster, close, master sheriff, Prince Richard.
RICH. Gloster, adieu.
GLO. I trust you.
RICH. By my knighthood, I'll prove true.
[Exit GLOSTER.
JOHN. Revenge, I'll build a temple to your name;
And the first offering shall be Gloster's head,
Thy altars shall be sprinkled with the blood,
Whose wanton current his mad humour fed;
He was a rhymer and a riddler,
A scoffer at my mother, prais'd my father:
I'll fit him now for all—escape and all.
RICH. Take heed spite burst not in his proper gall.