Enter REDCAP, and BLOCK after him.
BLO. Will ye tell tales, ye ass, will ye?
RED. I'll te-te-tell your la-la-lady, or I would to G-God we were ha-hang'd else, as my fa-father should have been.
ROB. Now, what's the matter there, I pray you? What company have you there, a-God's name? where spend you the day, I pray?
BLO. Why, where you gave me leave; at the gallows I was—no farther.
RED. A-a-and you be his la-lady, you are the La-Lady Fau-Fauconbridge, the Earl of Glo-Gloster's sister.
ROB. I am so, fellow.
RED. Y-y-your man B-B-Block here does no—nothing but f-f-flout m-me, a-and cr-cries r-run Re-Redcap and s-s-see you f-f-father ha-ha-hang'd. I sh-shall g-go-near to m-make m-murder, and he u-use it.
ROB. Well, sirrah, leave your mocking, you were best, I'll bob your beetle head, and if you mock him.
BLO. He's run Redcap.