SKINK. Blackheath, quoth he! And I were king of all Kent, I would give it for a commodity of apron-strings, to be in my cottage again. Princes' warrants! marry, Skink finds them as sure as an obligation seal'd with batter. At King's-Bridge I durst not enter a boat. Through London the stones were fiery. I have had a good cool way through the fields, and in the highway to Ratcliffe stands a heater. Mile-end's covered with _who goes there_? 'Tis for me, sure. O Kent, O Kent, I would give my part of all Christendom[466] to feel thee, as I see thee. If I go forward, I am stayed; if I go backward, there's a rogue in a red cap, he's run from St John's after me. I were best stay here, lest if he come with hue and cry, he stop me yonder. I would slip the collar for fear of the halter; but here comes my runner, and if he run for me, his race dies, he is as sure as dead as if a Parliament of devils[467] had decreed it. [_Retires_. SCENE THE SIXTH. _Enter_ REDCAP. RED. Ste-Ste-Stepney ch-church yonder; but I have forgot The La-La-Lady Fau-Fau-Fau--plague on her, I mu-must b-back to the Fle-Fle-Fleet to kn-kn-know it. The La- the La-La-Lady Fau--plague on't; G-Gloster Will go ne-near to st-stab me so for forgetting My errand, he is such a ma-ma-mad lord, the La-Lady Fau-Fau-Fau-- SKINK. Help me, device; upon my life, this fool is sent From Gloster to his sister Marian. RED. I m-must ne-needs go back, the La-Lady Fau-Fau-Fau-- SKINK. God speed, good fellow. RED. Go-Go-God sp-sp-speed you, sir. SKINK. Why runn'st thou from me? RED. Ma-Marry, sir, I have lo-lost a la-lady's name, and I am running ba-back to se-se-seek it. SKINK. What lady? I prythee, stay. RED. Why, the La-Lady Fau-Fau-Fau-- SKINK. Fauconbridge? RED. Ay, the s-s-same: farewell. I th-th-thank you h-heartily. SKINK. If thou would'st speak with her, she is in Kent. I serve her; what's thy business with my lady? RED. I sh-sh-should do an errand to her f-f-from my Lord of Gloucester; but, a-a-and she be in K-Kent, I'll send it by you. SKINK. Where is my lord? RED. Marry, p-p-prisoner in the Fl-Fleet, a-a-and w-would have her speak to P-Prince R-Richard for his re-re-release. SKINK. I have much business; hold, there's thy fare by water, my Lady lies this night-- RED. Wh-wh-where, I pray? SKINK. At Gravesend at the Angel. RED. 'Tis devilish co-co-cold going by water. SKINK. Why, there's my cloak and hat to keep thee warm; Thy cap and jerkin will serve me to ride in By the way; thou hast wind and tide; take oars; My lady will reward thee royally. RED. G-God-a-mercy, f-fa-faith; and ever th-thou co-co-come to the Fl-Fl-Fleet, I'll give the tu-tu-turning of the ke-key f-for n-no-nothing. SKINK. Hie thee; to-morrow morning at Gravesend I'll wash thy stammering throat with a mug of ale merrily. RED. God be w-with you till s-soo-soon. What call you the lady? O, now I re-remember: the La-Lady Fa-Fauconbridge. At what s-sign?