BLO. O, a fierce gentleman!
LADY F. He was fierce as you; but I have match'd him:
The princess shall be there in my attire.
FAU. A plaguy, crafty quean, marry a God,
I see Prince John courted as well as I;
And since he shall be mock'd as well as I,
It's some contentment.
BLO. Mass, he droops.
Fellow Humphrey, he is almost taken,
Look about ye, old Richard. [Aside.
FAU. Hence, knaves; get in a little. Prythee, Moll,
Let thou and I, and she, shut up this matter.
ROB. Away, sirs; get in.
BLO. Come, come, Let's go; he will be baited now. Farewell. [Exit BLOCK.
FAU. Marry, sweet Moll, I say, I met this woman;
Lik'd her, lov'd her;
For she is worthy love, I promise thee.
I say, I courted her: tut, make no brawl,
'Twixt thou and I we'll have amends for all.
ROB. Had I done such a trick, what then? what then?
FAU. Ah prythee, Moll, tut, bear with men.