Enter BLOCK and REDCAP.
HEN. What are you two?
RED. M-ma-marry, and't please you, I am Re-Re-Redcap.
HEN. And what's your mate?
BLO. A poor porter, sir.
JOHN. The porter of the Fleet, that was condemned?
BLO. No, truly, sir; I was porter last, when I left the door open at the tavern.
JOHN. O, is't you, sir?
LEI. And what would you two have?
RED. I co-co-come to re-re-re-qui-quire the young k-k-king of his go-goo-goodness, since Glo-Gloster is t-taken, that he wo-wo-would let my fa-fa-father have his pa-pa-pardon.