RED. O G-God, he has a sword too. Skink, are you ca-catcht?
LAN. Villain, thou shalt with me unto the Court.
LEI. And this with me; this is the traitor Gloster.
GLO. Thou liest, proud Leicester; I am no traitor,
RED. G-Gloster? O b-brave, now m-my father sh-shall be f-free.
LAN. Earl Gloster, I am sorry thou art taken.
GLO. I am not taken yet, nor will I yield
To any here but noble Lancaster.
Let Skink be Leicester's prisoner; I'll be thine.
LEI. Thou shalt be mine.
GLO. First, through a crimson sluice,
I'll send thy hated soul to those black fiends,
That long have hovered gaping for their part,
When tyrant life should leave thy traitor heart!
Come, Lancaster, keep Skink; I'll go with thee.
Let loose the mad knave, for I praise his shifts.
He shall not start away; I'll be his guide,
And with proud looks outface young Henry's pride.
LEI. Look to them, Lancaster, upon thy life.