FAU. Prince John, Prince John, the hermit tells me wonders; He says it was Skink that 'scap'd us at the tavern: Skink had my chain--nay, sure, that Skink did all. SKINK. I say, go but to yonder corner, And ere the sun be half an hour higher, There will the thief attempt a robbery. JOHN. Who? Skink? FAU. Will Skink? SKINK. Ay, Skink, upon my word. FAU. Shall we go seize upon him, good Prince John? JOHN. Nay, we will have him, that's no question. And yet not hurt the honest rogue. He'll help us well in quest of changing Gloster. Hermit, farewell; Lady, keep your hour. FAU. Adieu, old hermit: soon in the evening, lass. LADY F. I'll meet you both, and meet with[509] both of you. Father, what answer do you give to me? SKINK. Lady, start down; I must into my cell, Where I am curing of a man late hurt; He dress'd, I must unto my orisons; In half an hour all will be despatch'd, And then I will attend your ladyship. [_Exit_. LADY F. At your best leisure, father. O, the life, That this thrice-reverend hermit leadeth here. How far remote from mortal vanities, Baits to the soul, enticements to the eye! How far is he unlike my lustful lord? Who being given himself to be unchaste, Thinks all men like himself in their effects, And injures me, that never had a thought To wrong the sacred rights of spotless faith. _Enter_ SKINK _with a patch on his face, and a falconer's lure in his hand_.[510] SKINK. Hermit, farewell, I'll pay ye or speak with ye next time I see ye. Sweet mouse, the hermit bids you stay here; he'll visit you anon. Now, John and Fauconbridge, I'll match ye, and I do not say Skink's a wretch, a wren, a worm. When I have trick'd them, madam, I will trim you. Commodity is to be preferr'd before pleasure. About profit, Skink; for crowns, for crowns, that make the kingly thoughts! [_Exit_. LADY F. (_to the hermit supposed within_.) I am assur'd that man's some murderer. Good Father Hermit, speak and comfort me; Are ye at prayers, good old man? I pray ye, speak. [_Enters_. What's here? a beard? a counterfeited hair? The hermit's portesse,[511] garments, and his beads? Jesus defend me! I will fly this den; It's some thief's cave, no haunt for holy men. What, if the murderer (as I guess him one) Set on my husband! Tush, Prince John and he Are able to defend their[512] noble selves. Howe'er, I will not tarry, I'll away, Lest unto theft and rape I prove a prey. [_Exit_. SCENE THE TWENTY-SIXTH. _Enter_ SKINK _solus_. SKINK. Yonder they are; I'll fit them; here's my ground. Wa-ha-how, wa-ha-how, wa-ha-how! _Enter_ FAUCONBRIDGE [_and_ JOHN.] FAU. I warrant ye, my lord, some man's distress'd. JOHN. Why, man, 'tis a falconer. FAU, Marry of me, good fellow, I did think thou had'st been robb'd.