BLO. Very sick, sick, and like to die! I'll sing it, and you will.
ROB. Away, ye knave; tell him, in the morning
I'll humbly wait upon his excellence.
BLO. That's all his desire to have ye lowly and humble, and 'tis a courteous thing in a lady. [Exit.
ROB. Hence, or else I'll set you hence. Go in, good friend.
Come, Lady Fauconbridge; it's time to come;
Robin can hold out no longer, I see:
Hot wooers will be tempters presently.
[Exit.
SCENE THE TWENTY-FIFTH.
Enter SKINK like a Hermit.
SKINK. Now, holy Skink, in thy religious weed,
Look out for purchase or thy wonted clients.
Warrants, quoth you? I was fairly warranted;
Young Robin Hood, the Earl of Huntington,
Shall never fetch me more unto his prince.
Enter LADY FAUCONBRIDGE, in Merchant's Wife's attire.
But, pauca verba, Skink! a prize, a prize;
By th'mass, a pretty girl; close, hermit, close.
Overhear, if thou canst, what she desires,
For so my cunning and my credit spreads.
LADY F. See, how affection arms my feeble strength,
To this so desperate journeying all alone,
While Robin Hood, young Earl of Huntington,
Plays Lady Fauconbridge for me at home.