JOHN. Look about, Fauconbridge, here's work for you! You have some evil angel in your shape. Go, sirrah, bring us forth that Pursuivant.
_Enter two, leading the_ PURSUIVANT, _sick_.
RICH. Gloster, thou wilt be too-too venturous; Thou dost delight in those odd humours so, That much I fear they'll be thy overthrow. [_Aside_.
PUR. O, O, O, not too fast; O, I am sick, O, very sick.
JOHN. What picture of the pestilence is this?
PUR. A poor man, sir, a poor man, sir: down, I pray ye; I pray, let me sit down. Ah, Sir Richard, Sir Richard! Ah, good Sir Richard! what, have I deserv'd to be thus dealt withal at your worship's hands? Ah! ah! ah!
FAU. At my hands, knave? at my hands, paltry knave?
DRA. And I should be brought to my book-oath, sir.
JOHN. A plague upon your Jeffring; is your name Jeffrey?
RICH. Why, gentle Jeffrey, then stay you awhile, What can you say, if you come to your book?
DRA. If I be pos'd upon a book, sir, though I be a poor 'prentice, I must speak the truth, and nothing but the truth, sir.
DRA. Marry, sir, this knight, this man of worship--
FAU. Well, what of me? what did my worship do?
DRA. Marry, ye came into the Bell--our room next the bar--with this honest man, as I take it.
PUR. O, sir, 'tis too true, too true, too true. O Lord.
DRA. And there he call'd for a pint of sack, as good sack (I'll be pos'd upon all the books that ever opened and shut), as any in all Christendom.
FAU. Body of me, I come and call for sack?
RICH. Gloster hath done this jest. [_Aside_.
DRA. And you call'd then for sugar, sir, as good sugar and as wholesome, as ever came in any cup of sack: you drank to this man, and you do well, God be thanked--but he no sooner drank--
PUR. But I, but I, but I--O my head! O my heart!
RICH. I cannot choose but smile at these conceits.
JOHN. I am mad; and yet I must laugh at Fauconbridge: Brother, look how Sir Richard acts his rage!
FAU. I came? I call? the man is like to die, Practice, by the mass; practice, by the marry God! I shall be charg'd here for a poison'd knave, Practice, by th'Lord, practice!--I see it clear.
PUR. And more, Sir Richard. O Lord, O Sir Richard!
FAU. What more? what hast thou more? what practice more?
PUR. O my box, my box, with the king's arms! O my box, O my box! it cost me, O Lord, every penny; O my box!