SKINK. Prince devil or his dam; Prince John they call him.
JOHN. Gloster, I hope.
RICH. I doubt not but 'tis Skink.
JOHN. Where is he?
SKINK. Up them stairs; take heed of him,
He's in the Crown.
FAU. Alas, poor fellow, he hath crown'd thee shrewdly.
JOHN. In recompence, if it be him I seek,
I'll give thee his whole head to tread upon.
Follow me, brother; come, old Fauconbridge;
Keep the stairs, sheriff. You see, it waxeth dark;
Take heed he slip not by you.
[Exeunt.
SKINK. Hang yourselves, this darkness shall convey me out of doors,
I'll swim the Thames, but I'll attain Blackheath.
London, farewell; curse, John, rave, Fauconbridge!
Skink 'scapes you all by twilight's privilege.
[Exit.
WITHIN. Where is he? lights, bring lights; drag out that boy.