Enter SKINK solus.
SKINK. Yonder they are; I'll fit them; here's my ground.
Wa-ha-how, wa-ha-how, wa-ha-how!
Enter FAUCONBRIDGE [and JOHN.]
FAU. I warrant ye, my lord, some man's distress'd.
JOHN. Why, man, 'tis a falconer.
FAU, Marry of me, good fellow, I did think thou had'st been robb'd.
SKINK. Robb'd, sir? No, he that comes to rob me shall have a hard match on't, yet two good fellows had like to have been robb'd by one tall thief, had not I stepped in. A bots on him! I lost a hawk by him, and yet I car'd not to send another after him, so I could find the thief; and hereabout he is; I know he is squatted.
FAU. Say'st thou me so? we'll find him, by St Mary,
An honest fellow, a good commonwealth's man.
JOHN. There are caves hereabout, good fellow, are there not?
SKINK. Yes, sir; tread the ground, sir, and you shall hear their hollowness; this way, sir, this way.