ROB. You'll never leave your knavery. Who's there more.
BLO. One, madam, that hath commendations to you from your brother.
ROB. Comest thou from Gloster? thou art welcome, friend.
BLO. O, it's one of the kindest ladies (though she will now and then have a bout with Block) that ever breath'd, and she had been in her mood now, Redcap would have made her such sp-sp-sport as 't a' pa-pa-pass'd.
ROB. Will you make sport, and see who knocks again?
BLO. Our gates are like an anvil; from four to ten, nothing but knick-a-knock upon't.
ROB. Will you be gone, sir? [Exit BLOCK.]
Honest friend, I am glad
My brother Gloster got thy liberty,
Whose flight was cause of thy captivity:
Nor shall there be in us such negligence,
Though thou have lost thy office and thy house,
But we will see thee better far provided
Than when thou wert [the] Porter in the Fleet.
Re-enter BLOCK.
BLO. Madam, your old friend, Prince Richard,
All alone,
Making moan,
Fetching many a grievous groan.
ROB. Prince Richard come so late? lights to his chamber;
Sirrah, in any case, say I am sick.