JOHN. There shall I know where this damned Gloster is, I'll have the devils rous'd to find that devil, O[r] else I'll conjure the old conjuror. I'll to Blackheath, and there with friends conspire, But I'll have Gloster's head, my heart's desire. RICH. Would mad Earl Robin saw these humourists: 'Twould feed him fit with laughter! O, 'twould fit him. Wherever he is, I know the bare conceit Is better to him than his daintiest food. Well, and it fits me well, now I have time, To court my Lady Fauconbridge at leisure. Love, I implore thy aid; fair Cipria, Thou sea-born mother at affection's ring, Shine brightly in thy sphere, that art[505] my star, My planet, thou of all lights most beauteous, Be thou to my desires auspicious. [_Exit_. SCENE THE TWENTY-FOURTH. _Enter_ ROBIN HOOD _in the_ LADY FAUCONBRIDGE'S _gown, night attire on his head_. ROB. O, for this lady! Was never poor gentleman troubled with gentlewoman as I am with myself! My Lady Fauconbridge hath fitted me a turn. Here I am, visited with sleeveless errands and with asking for _This thing, Madam_, and _That thing, Madam_, that they make me almost mad in earnest. Whoop, here's another client. _Enter a_ SERVING-MAN. SER. Here's my Lady Rawford's page attends to speak with your ladyship. ROB. I pray ye bid her lordship's page come into my Ladyship. [_Exit_. SERVINGMAN.] Well, Robin Hood, part with these petticoats, And cast these loose devices from thy back, I'll ne'er go more untruss'd, never be kerchief'd, Never have this ado with _what do you lack_? _Enter_ PAGE. PAGE. Madam, my lady greets your honour kindly, And sends you the first grapes of her young vine. ROB. I am much indebted to her honour, there's an angel for you to drink; set them up till after supper. Humphrey, pray look about for Block. Humphrey! trust me, I think the fool be lost. PAGE. No, forsooth, madam, he's upon the green, jesting with a stammerer, one Redcap. ROB. It is a lewd fellow; pray, bid him come in, youth; I'll give him his welcome at the door. Commend me to your lady, I pray ye, heartily. [_Exit_ PAGE. Humphrey, I marvel where Sir Richard is so late! Truly, truly, he does not as beseems a gentleman of his calling; pray, let some go forth to meet him on the green, and send in that blockhead Block. [_Exit_ HUMPHREY. _Enter_ REDCAP, _and_ BLOCK _after him_. BLO. Will ye tell tales, ye ass, will ye? RED. I'll te-te-tell your la-la-lady, or I would to G-God we were ha-hang'd else, as my fa-father should have been. ROB. Now, what's the matter there, I pray you? What company have you there, a-God's name? where spend you the day, I pray? BLO. Why, where you gave me leave; at the gallows I was--no farther.