RED. La-la-law, ma-madam.
ROB. Away, ye saucy fool; go, wait within.
BLO. Run, Redcap; run, Redcap. [Exit.
ROB. Art thou the porter's son, that was condemned about my brother
Gloster?
RED. Ay, G-G-God be with you, I am the p-p-porter's son, I m-must r-run to s-s-seek your b-br-brother.
ROB. Well, drink that, fellow; if thou find my brother, be not too violent, and I'll reward thee.
RED. I th-th-thank ye h-heartily; and I had not been cozened with Sk-Skink, I had no nee-need of these ja-jaunts, for Gl-Gloster was s-safe enough.
Enter BLOCK and the PORTER with his cloak muffled.
BLO. Ah, farewell, Redcap.
RED. Fa-fare we-well, and be ha-hang'd. [Exit.