JOHN. I am thy fellow, thou dost see;
And to be plain, as God me save,
So well I like thee, merry knave,
That I thy company must have:
Nay, and I will.
FRIAR. Nay, and you shall.
ROB. H. My lord, you need not fear at all,
But you shall have his company:
He will be bold, I warrant you.
KING. Know you, where-e'er a spring is nigh?
Fain would I drink, I am right dry.
ROB. H. I have a drink within my bower
Of pleasant taste and sovereign power:
My reverend uncle gives it me,
To give unto your majesty.
KING. I would be loth, indeed, being in heat
To drink cold water. Let us to thy bower.
ROB. H. Run, Friar, before,
And bid my uncle be in readiness.
FRIAR. Gone in a trice[276] on such good business.
[Exeunt omnes.