Enter all with the BOY.
JOHN. This is my cloak, my hat, my rapier;
And either it was Skink or Gloster.
DRA. I know not who 'twas, sir; he said he was Prince John; he took away my apron and a pottle-pot with him, and all-to blooded his head and face.
FAU. We met him, by St Anthony, we met him!
JOHN. The fire of St Anthony confound
This changing counterfeit, whatsoever he be.
RICH. It makes me laugh at envious greediness,
Who feeds upon her own heart's bitterness.
JOHN. Sirrah, you that were born to cry anon,
What other copes-mates have you in the house?
DRA. Sir, my master's gues's[504] be none of my copesmates.
JOHN. Well, your gues's! can you guess who they be?
DRA. Marry, here's a pursuivant, that this gentleman, sir, Richard
Fauconbridge, left sick even now.