Enter Francis.
Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet,[2405]35
Ralph.
Prince. Come hither, Francis.
Fran. My lord?
Prince. How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
Fran. Forsooth, five years, and as much as to—40
Poins. [Within] Francis![2406]
Fran. Anon, anon, sir.
Prince. Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the[2407]
clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant[2408]
as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it a45
fair pair of heels and run from it?[2409]