RICH. It is this Skink that mocks us, I believe.
JOHN. Alas, poor Skink; it is the devil Gloster,
Who if I be so happy once to find,
I'll give contentment to his troubled mind.
RICH. I hope he's far enough, and free enough,
Yet these conceits, I know, delight his soul. [Aside.
Follow me, Blocker, follow me, honest Blocker.
BLO. Much follow you! I have another piece of work in hand; I hear say Redcap's father shall be hanged this afternoon, I'll see him slip a string, though I give my service the slip; besides, my lady bad me hear his examination at his death. I'll get a good place, and pen it word for word, and as I like it, let out a mournful ditty to the tune of "Labandalashot," or "Row Well, ye Mariners," or somewhat as my muse shall me invoke. [Exit.
SCENE THE TWENTY-FIRST.
Enter GLOSTER like FAUCONBRIDGE, with a PURSUIVANT;
GLOSTER having a paper in his hand, the PURSUIVANT bare.
GLO. A charitable deed, God bless the king;
He shall be then reprieved.
PUR. Ay, sir, some day or two,
Till the young king and Prince John change it—
Especially if the good earl be not found,
Which God forbid!
GLO. What house is this,
That we are stepp'd into, to read this warrant in?
PUR. A tavern, sir, the Salutation.