RICH. I am glad he is employed in your affairs; Farewell, kind fair; let [not] one cloudy frown Shadow the bright sun of thy beauty's light: Be confident in this--I'll find thy brother, Raise power but he'll[522] have peace: only perform Your gracious promise at my back-return. ROB. Well, here's my hand, Prince Richard; that same night, Which secondeth the day of your return, I'll be your bed-fellow, and from that hour Forswear the loathed bed of Fauconbridge: Be speedy, therefore, as you hope to speed. RICH. O that I were as large-winged as the wind, Then should you see my expeditious will. My most desire, adieu! guess by my haste Of your sweet promise the delicious taste. [_Exit_. ROB. Why so: I am rid of him by this device, He would else have tired me with his songs and sighs.[523] _Enter_ BLOCK. But now I shall have ease; here comes the saint, To whom such suit was made. BLO. My lady gentlewoman is even here in her privity-walk. Madam, here's the merchant's wife was here yesterday would speak with ye. O, I was somewhat bold to bring her in. _Enter_ LADY FAUCONBRIDGE, _disguised as a merchant's wife_. ROB. Well, leave us, sir; y'are welcome, gentlewoman. BLO. These women have no liberality in the world in them; I never let in man to my lady, but I am rewarded. ROB. Please ye to walk, sir! wherefore mumble ye? [_Exit_ BLOCK. LADY F. Robin, what news? how hast thou done this night? ROB. My ladyship hath done my part, my task, Lain all alone for lack of company, I might have had Prince Richard. LADY F. Was he here! ROB. He went away but now; I have been lov'd and woo'd too simply, God rid me of the woman once again; I'll not be tempted so for all the world. Come, will you to your chamber, and uncase? LADY F. Nay, keep my habit yet a little while, Old Fauconbridge is almost at the gate, I met him at Blackheath just at the hermit's, And, taking me to be a merchant's wife, Fell mightily in love, gave me his ring, Made me protest that I would meet him here. I told him of his lady--O, tut, quoth he, I'll shake her up, I'll pack her out of sight. He comes; kind Robin Hood, hold up the jest. _Enter_ SIR RICHARD FAUCONBRIDGE _and_ BLOCK, _talking together_. FAU. God's marry, knave, how long hath she been here? BLO. Sir, she came but even in afore you. FAU. A cunning quean, a very cunning quean, Go to your business, Block; I'll meet with her. BLO. Ah, old muttonmonger, I believe here's work towards. [_Exit_. FAU. [_seeing the merchant's wife_]. Do not believe her. Moll, do not believe her, I only spake a word or two in jest, But would not for the world have been so mad; Do not believe her, Moll, do not believe her. ROB. What should I not believe? what do you mean?