Enter SKINK as a hermit.
SKINK. Zounds, he is yonder alone.
Enter REDCAP with a cudgel.
SKINK. Now revenge thyself on yonder slave[535],
'Snails, still prevented? this same Redcap rogue
Runs like hob goblin up and down the heath.
RED. Wh-wh-wh-whoop, he-hermit, ye ha-ha-ma-ma-made Re-Redcap run a fine co-co-compass, ha-have you not?
SKINK. I made thee run?
GLO. Yonder's my evil angel.
Were Redcap gone, Gloster would conjure him.
RED. Je-Je-Jesus bl-bless me, whoop! t-t-two hermits? I'll ca-ca-caperclaw t-t-t'one of ye, for mo-mo-mocking me, and I d-d-do not ha-ha-hang me. Wh-wh-which is the fa-fa-false k-k-k-knave? for I am s-s-sure the old he-he-hermit wo-would never mo-mock an honest man.
GLO. He is the counterfeit; he mock'd thee, fellow.
I did not see thee in my life before,
He wears my garments, and has cosened me.
RED. Have you co-co-cosened the he-he-hermit and m-made Redcap run to no pu-pu-purpose?