LADY F. This night at Stepney, by my summer-house,
There is a tavern which I sometimes use,
When we from London come a-gossiping;
It is the Hind.
JOHN. Give me thy pretty hand:
Thou'lt meet me at the Hind? I'll be thy roe.
LADY F. One word's enough.
JOHN. Suffice; then be it so.
LADY F. I'll fit my old adulterer and your grace,
I'll send the Princess thither in my place. [Aside.
FAU. Prince John, Prince John, the hermit tells me wonders;
He says it was Skink that 'scap'd us at the tavern:
Skink had my chain—nay, sure, that Skink did all.
SKINK. I say, go but to yonder corner,
And ere the sun be half an hour higher,
There will the thief attempt a robbery.
JOHN. Who? Skink?
FAU. Will Skink?
SKINK. Ay, Skink, upon my word.