BLO. O master, O master.
FAU. She slanders me; she is a cozening quean.
Fetch me the constable: I'll have her punish'd.
LADY F. The constable for me? fie, fie upon ye.
Madam, do you know this ring?
ROB. It is Sir Richard's.
BLO. O, aye, that's my master's, too [—too] sure.
FAU. Ay, marry, I did lend it to the false drab
To fetch some money for that bankrupt knave,
Her husband, that lies prisoner in the Fleet.
LADY F. My husband bankrupt? my husband in the Fleet prisoner?
No, no, he is as good a man as you.
ROB. Ay, that he is, and can spend pound for pound
With thee, i'faith, wert richer than thou art.
I know the gentleman.
LADY F. Nay, madam, he is
Hard by: there must be revels at the Hind tonight;
Your copesmate's there—Prince John.
ROB. There's a hot youth!