RED. Go-Go-God [speed] ye, Go-God s-speed ye!
JOHN. Whither run you, sir knave?
RED. R-r-run ye, sir knave? why, I r-run to my La-Lady Fa-Fauconbridge, to te-te-tell her Sk-Skink and Gl-Gloster is taken, and are g-g-gone to the c-c-court with L-Lord Leicester and L-Lord La-La-Lancaster.
JOHN. Is Gloster taken? thither will I fly
Upon wrath's wings; not quiet till he die.
[Exit with PRINCESS.
RICH. Is Gloster taken?
RED. Aye, he is ta-taken, I wa-warrant ye, with a wi-witness.
RICH. Then will I to court,
And either set him free, or die the death.
Follow me, Fauconbridge; fear not, fair madam:
You said you had the porter in your house?
Some of your servants bring him; on my life,
One hair shall not be taken from his head,
Nor he, nor you, nor Gloster, injured.
FAU. Come, Moll, and Richard say the word, ne'er fear.
ROB. Madam, we have twenty thousand at our call,
The most young Henry dares is but to brawl.