ROB. Aye, we must bear with you; you'll be excus'd, When women undeserved are abus'd. FAU. Nay, do not weep: pardon me, gentle lady; I know thee virtuous, and I do protest Never to have an evil thought of thee. ROB. Aye, aye, ye swear; who's that that will believe ye? FAU. Now, by my halidom and honest faith, This gentlewoman shall witness what I swear. Sweet duck, a little help me. LADY F. Trust him, madam. FAU. I will be kind, credulous, constant ever, Do what thou wilt, I'll be suspicious never. ROB. For which I thank [the] noble Fauconbridge. [_Discovers himself_. FAU. Body of me, who's this? young Huntington? LADY F. And I your lady, whom you courted last, [_Discovers herself_. Ye looked about you ill, fox; we have caught ye; I met ye at Blackheath, and ye were hot. FAU. I knew thee, Moll; now, by my sword, I knew thee. I wink'd at all; I laughed at every jest. ROB. Aye, he did wink; the blind man had an eye.[528] FAU. Peace, Robin, thou't once be a man as I. LADY F. Well, I must bear it all. FAU. Come, and ye bear, It's but your office; come, forget, sweet Moll. LADY. F. I do forgive it, and forget it, sir. FAU. Why, that's well said; that's done like a good girl. Ha, sirrah, ha, you match'd me, pretty earl. ROB. I have, ye see, sir; I must unto Blackheath In quest of Richard, whom I sent to seek Earl Gloster out. I know he's at the hermit's. Lend me your coach; I'll shift me, as I ride; Farewell, Sir Richard. [_Exit_. FAU. Farewell, England's pride. By the matins, Moll, it is a pretty child; Shall we go meet John? shall we go mock the prince? LADY F. We will. FAU. O, then we shall have sport anon. Never wear yellow, Moll; 'twas but a trick; Old Fauconbridge will still be a mad Dick. [_Exeunt_. SCENE THE TWENTY-NINTH. _Enter_ REDCAP _and_ GLOSTER. RED. Do ye s-s-say, fa-fa-father hermit, th-that Gl-Gloster is about this heath? GLO. He is upon this heath, son; look about it. Run but the compass, thou shalt find him out. RED. R-r-run? I'll r-run the co-compass of all K-Kent but I'll f-find him out; my f-f-father (where'er he lays his head) dare ne-never come home, I know, t-t-till he be fo-fo-found. GLO. Well, thou shalt find him. Know'st thou who's a-hunting? RED. M-m-marry, 'tis the Earls of La-La-Lancaster and Le-Leicester, Fa-fa-farewell, f-father; and I find Skink or Glo-Gloster, I'll g-g-give thee the pr-price of a penny p-p-pudding for thy p-pains. [_Exit_. GLO. Adieu, good friend: this is sure the fellow I sent on message from the Parl'ament-- The porter's son--he's still in quest of me, And Skink, that cosen'd him of his red cap! _Enter_ RICHARD, _like a Serving-man_.