HEN. Sirrah, your father has his pardon sign'd.
Go to the office, it shall be delivered.
RED. And shall he be p-p-porter a-ga-gain?
HEN. Aye, that he shall; but let him be advis'd,
Hereafter how [he] lets out prisoners.
RED. I wa-warrant ye, my lord.
HEN. What hast thou more to say?
RED. Marry, I wo-would have Skink pu-punish'd
For co-co-coney-catching me.
LEI. Is that your business?
RED, Aye, by my t-t-troth is it.
HEN. Then get away.
GLO. Against Skink (poor knave) thou gett'st no right this day.