SKINK. 'Twas Skink in Gloster's gown, whom you did visit,
That play'd at bowls, and after stole your clothes,
While you went into the Lord Morton's chamber.
JOHN. This savours of some truth.
FAU. 'Tis very like.
JOHN. Well, Fauconbridge, by heaven, I'll tell your wife.
FAU. She'll much believe you! you will? Come,
Tell me not of my wife[507]: this evening fail me not.
My wife, quoth you: I'll send my wife from home.
Do tell my wife, Prince John, by my dear mother,
I love her too-too well to like another.
LADY F. It seems so, fox; O, what a world is this!
There most sin reigns, where least suspicion is.
FAU. You'll come?
LADY F. I will not fail, I warrant you.
JOHN. Hermit, is all this true?
SKINK. Himself,
[If he] deliver not so much, before ye sleep,
Root me from out the borders of this realm.