LAN. Search him; this is the thief; O, here's my purse, My chain, my jewels! O thou wicked wretch, How dar'st thou, under show of holiness, Commit such actions of impiety? Bind him, I'll have him made a public scorn. SKINK. Lay hold upon that other hermit; He is a counterfeit as well as I. He stole those clothes from me; for I am Skink. Search him, I know him not, he is some slave. GLO. Thou liest, base varlet. RED. O G-God, he has a sword too. Skink, are you ca-catcht? LAN. Villain, thou shalt with me unto the Court. LEI. And this with me; this is the traitor Gloster. GLO. Thou liest, proud Leicester; I am no traitor, RED. G-Gloster? O b-brave, now m-my father sh-shall be f-free. LAN. Earl Gloster, I am sorry thou art taken. GLO. I am not taken yet, nor will I yield To any here but noble Lancaster. Let Skink be Leicester's prisoner; I'll be thine. LEI. Thou shalt be mine. GLO. First, through a crimson sluice, I'll send thy hated soul to those black fiends, That long have hovered gaping for their part, When tyrant life should leave thy traitor heart! Come, Lancaster, keep Skink; I'll go with thee. Let loose the mad knave, for I praise his shifts. He shall not start away; I'll be his guide, And with proud looks outface young Henry's pride. LEI. Look to them, Lancaster, upon thy life. RED. Well, I'll r-run and get a p-pardon of the k-k-k-king, Gl-Gloster and Skink ta-ta-taken! O b-b-brave, r-r-r-run, Re-Re-Redca-cap, a-and ca-ca-carry the first n-n-news to Co-Co-Court. LEI. Lancaster, I'll help to guard them to the Court. LAN. Do as you please. GLO. Leicester, do not come near me; For, if thou do, thou shalt buy it dearly. LEI. I'll have thy hand for this. GLO. Not for thy heart. SKINK. Brave Earl, had Skink known thou hadst been the noble Gloster (whose mad tricks have made me love thee), I would have dyed Blackheath red with the blood of millions, ere we would have been taken; but what remedy? we are fast, and must answer it like gentlemen, like soldiers, like resolutes. GLO. Aye, ye are a gallant. Come, old Lancaster. For thy sake will I go, or else, by heaven, I'd send some dozen of these slaves to hell. SCENE THE THIRTY-FIRST. _Enter_ PRINCE RICHARD, ROBIN HOOD, _and_ LADY FAUCONBRIDGE. LADY F. Your travail and your comfortable news: This ring, the certain sign you met with him: Binds me in duteous love unto your grace; But on my knees I fall, and humbly crave Importune that no more you ne'er can have. RICH. Nay, then, ye wrong me, Lady Fauconbridge, Did you not join your fair white hands, Swore that ye would forswear your husband's bed, [And] if I could but find out Gloster? LADY F. I swear so! RICH. [Yes,] by heaven. ROB. Take heed; it's an high oath, my lord. RICH. What meanest thou, Huntington? ROB. To save your soul; I do not love to have my friends forsworn, She never promis'd, that you urge her with. RICH. Go to; provoke me not.