GLO. Farewell, be short.
You gone, I hope to have a little sport.
RICH. Take heed, mad coz.
GLO. Tut, tell not me of heed: [Exit RICHARD.
He that's too wary[533] never hath good speed.
SCENE THE THIRTIETH.
Hollooing within; enter LANCASTER with a broken staff in his hand.
[GLO.] Who's this? old Lancaster, my honour'd friend?
LAN. These knaves have serv'd me well, left me alone,
I have hunted fairly, lost my purse, my chain,
My jewels, and been bang'd by a bold knave,
Clad in a hermit's gown, like an old man—
O what a world is this?
GLO. It's ill, my lord.
LAN. He's come again! O knave, 'tis the worse for thee:
[Mistakes GLOSTER for the HERMIT.
Keep from me: be content with that thou hast,
And see thou fly this heath, for, if I take thee,
I'll make thee to all thieves a spectacle.
Had my staff held, thou hadst not 'scap'd me so.
But come not near me, fellow, thou art not[534] best,
Holla, Earl Leicester! holla, huntsmen, ho!
GLO. Upon my life, old Lancaster, a-hunting,
Hath met my fellow-hermit. Could I meet him,
I'd play [at] rob-thief, at least part stakes with him.