GLO. Prince Richard? then lie, envy, at his foot. Pardon thy cousin Gloster, valiant lord. I knew no common force confronted mine. RICH[529]. O heaven, I had the like conceit of thine, I tell thee, Robin, Gloster, thou art met, Bringing such comfort unto Richard's heart: As in the foil of war, when dust and sweat, The thirst of wreak[530], and the sun's fiery heat, Have seized upon the soul of valiance, And he must faint, except he be refresh'd. To me thou com'st, as if to him should come A perry[531] from the north, whose frosty breath Might fan him coolness in that doubt[532] of death. With me then meet'st, as he a spring might meet, Cooling the earth under his toil-parch'd feet, Whose crystal moisture, in his helmet ta'en, Comforts his spirits, makes him strong again. GLO. Prince, in short terms, if you have brought me comfort, Know, if I had my pardon in this hand, That smit base Skink in open Parl'ament, I would not come to Court, till the high feast Of your proud brother's birthday be expired, For as the old king--as he made a vow At his unlucky coronation, [that I] Must wait upon the boy and fill his cup, And all the peers must kneel, while Henry kneels, Unto his cradle--he shall hang me up, Ere I commit that vile idolatry. But when the feast is pass'd, if you'll befriend me, I'll come and brave my proud foes to their teeth. RICH. Come, Robin; and if my brother's grace deny, I'll take thy part, them and their threats defy. GLO. Gramercy, princely Dick. ROB. I have some pow'r: I can raise two thousand soldiers in an hour. GLO. Gramercy, Robin; gramercy, little wag, Prince Richard, pray let Huntington Carry my sister Fauconbridge this ring. RICH. I'll carry it myself; but I had rather Had thy kind company; thou might'st have mov'd Thy sister, whom I long have vainly lov'd. GLO. I like her that she shuns temptation, Prince Richard; but I bear with doting lovers. I should not take it well, that you urge me To such an office: but I bear with you. Love's blind and mad. Hie to her boldly: try her; But if I know she yield, faith, I'll defy her. RICH. I like thy honourable resolution; Gloster, I pray thee pardon my intreat. GLO. It is men's custom: part, part, gentle prince, Farewell, good Robin, this gold I will borrow; Meet you at Stepney, pay you all to-morrow. ROB. Adieu, Gloster. [_Exit_ ROBIN. GLO. Farewell, be short. You gone, I hope to have a little sport. RICH. Take heed, mad coz. GLO. Tut, tell not me of heed: [_Exit_ RICHARD. He that's too wary[533] never hath good speed. SCENE THE THIRTIETH. _Hollooing within; enter_ LANCASTER _with a broken staff in his hand_. [GLO.] Who's this? old Lancaster, my honour'd friend? LAN. These knaves have serv'd me well, left me alone, I have hunted fairly, lost my purse, my chain, My jewels, and been bang'd by a bold knave, Clad in a hermit's gown, like an old man-- O what a world is this? GLO. It's ill, my lord.