SKINK. Up, spur the kicking jade, while I make speed To conjure Skink out of his hermit's weed; Lie there, religion: keep thy master grave, And on the fair trust of these princes' word To court again, Skink. But, before I go, Let mischief take advice of villainy, Why to the hermit letters should be sent, To post Skink to the court incontinent. Is there no trick in this? ha! let me see! Or do they know already I am he? If they do so, faith, westward[454] then with Skink But what an ass am I to be thus fond! Here lies the hermit, whom I dying found Some two months since, when I was hourly charg'd With Hugh the crier and with constables. I saw him in the ready way to heaven; I help'd him forward: 'twas a holy deed; And there he lies some six foot in the ground. Since where, and since, I kept me in his weeds, O, what a world of fools have fill'd my cells! For fortunes, run-aways, stol'n goods, lost cattle! Among the number, all the faction That take the young king's part against the old, Come to myself to hearken for myself. So did the adverse party make inquire, But either fall full of contrary desire: The old king's part would kill me being stain'd; The young king's keep me from their violence. So then thou need'st not fear; go boldly on, Brave Hal, Prince Dick, and my spruce hot-spur John, Here's their safe-conduct. O, but for Rosamond! A fig for Rosamond! to this hope I'll lean, At a queen's bidding I did kill a quean. SCENE THE SECOND. _Sound trumpets; enter with a Herald, on the one side_, HENRY THE SECOND, _crowned, after him_ LANCASTER, CHESTER, SIR RICHARD FAUCONBRIDGE: _on the other part_, KING HENRY _the son, crowned, Herald after him; after him_ PRINCE RICHARD, JOHN, LEICESTER. _Being set, enters fantastical_ ROBERT OF GLOSTER _in a gown girt; walks up and down_. OLD KING. Why doth not Gloster take his honoured seat? GLO. In faith, my liege, Gloster is in a land, Where neither surety is to sit or stand. I only do appear as I am summoned, And will await without till I am call'd. YOUNG K. Why, hear you, Gloster? GLO. Henry, I do hear you. YOUNG K. And why not _King_? GLO. What's he that sits so near you? RICH. King too. GLO. Two kings? Ha, ha! OLD K. Gloster, sit, we charge thee. GLO. I will obey your charge; I will sit down, But in this house on no seat but the ground. JOHN. The seat's too good. GLO. I know it, brother John. JOHN. Thy brother? OLD K. Silence there. YOUNG KING. Pass to the bills, Sir Richard Fauconbridge. FAU. My lieges both, old Fauconbridge is proud Of your right honour'd charge. He that worst may Will strain his old eyes: God send peace this day! A bill for the releasement of the queen preferr'd, By Henry the young King, Richard the Prince, John, Earl Of Morton, Bohmine, Earl of Leicester, and the Commons. OLD K. Did you prefer this bill? ALL. We did. CHES. and LAN. Ye did not well. GLO. Why, this is good; now shall we have the hell.