SKINK. No, he's [a] counterfeit; I will tell no lies,
As sure as Skink deceiv'd thee of thy clothes,
Sent thee to Kent, gave thee thy fare by water,
So sure, he's false, and I the perfect hermit.
GLO. This villain is a conjuror, I doubt,
Were he the devil, yet I would not budge.
RED. Si-si-sirrah, you are the co-counterfeit. O, this is the tr-tr-true he-hermit. Sta-sta-stand still, g-good man, at that, I'll bu-bumbast you i'faith, I'll make you g-give the old m-m-man his gown.
[Offers to strike; GLOSTER trips up his heels; shifts SKINK into his place.
G-G-God's lid, are ye go-good at that? I'll cu-cudgel ye f-f-for the tr-tr-trick.
SKINK. It was not I; 'twas he, that cast thee down.
RED. You li-li-li-lie, you ra-ra-rascal, you; I le-left ye st-standing he-here.
SKINK. Zounds, hold, you stammerer, or I'll cut your stumps.
GLO. He is for me; he's weapon'd—I like that!
RED. O, here's a ro-ro-rogue in-ca-ca-carnate, help, mu-murder, murder.