FAU. O, aye, aye, aye; 'tis his own made match,
I'll make you laugh, I'll make you laugh, i'faith;
Come, come; he's ready. O, come, come away.
LADY F. But where's the princess?
FAU. She is[536] ready too;
Block, Block, my man, must be her waiting-man.
Nay, will ye go? for God's sake, let us go.
RICH. Is the jest so? nay, then, let us away.
ROB. O, 'twill allay his heat, make dead his fire.
FAU. Ye bobb'd me first; ye first gave me my hire,
But come, a God's name, Prince John stays for us.
[Exeunt.
ROB. This is the word ever at spendthrifts' feasts,
They are gull'd themselves, and scoff'd at by their guests.
[Exit.