GLO. How long hast thou been sworn a messenger?
PUR. But yesterday, and please your worship, This is the first employment I have had.
GLO. A good beginning; here, have to thee, fellow; Thou art my fellow, now thou servest the king, Nay, take sugar too, God's Lady dear! I put it in my pocket; but it's here: Drink a good draught, I prythee, Winterborne.
DRA. O Lord, Sir Richard, the man, the man!
GLO. What a forgetful beast am I! Peace, boy, It is his fashion ever, when he drinks. Fellow, he hath the falling sickness; Run, fetch two cushions to raise up his head, And bring a little key to ope his teeth. [_Exit_ DRAWER. Pursuivant, your warrant and your box-- These must with me; the shape of Fauconbridge Will hold no longer water hereabout. Gloster will be a Proteus every hour, That Elinor and Leicester, Henry, John, And all that rabble of hate-loving curs, May minister me more mirth to play upon.
DRA. Here's a key, sir, and one of our folk to help.
GLO. No matter for a key; help him but in, And lay him by the fire a little while, He'll wake immediately; but be [not] heart-sick. There's money for a candle and thy wine, I'll go but up unto your alderman's, And come down presently to comfort him.
SKINK. [_Within_.] Drawer! what Drawer? with a vengeance, Drawer!
DRA. [_Within_.] Speak in the Crown[503] there.
SKINK. They be come; the devil crown ye one by one. Skink, thou'rt betray'd, that Master Fauconbridge, Missing some of his chain has got thee dogg'd. Drawer! what Drawer?
SKINK. Was not Sir Richard Fauconbridge below?
SKINK. It does not please me well. Knows he that I am here?
SKINK. Come hither, sirrah. I have little money; But there's some few links of a chain of gold. Upon your honesty, knows not Sir Richard That I am here?
SKINK. A pursuivant, and at the alderman's? What pig, or goose, or capon, have you kill'd Within your kitchen new?
SKINK. Fetch me a saucer of the blood; quick, run; [_Exit_ DRAWER. I'll fit the pursuivant, and alderman, And Fauconbridge, if Skink have any wit. Well, Gloster, I did never love thee yet; But thou'st the maddest lord that e'er I met. If I 'scape this, and meet thee once again, Curse Skink, if he die penny in thy debt.
DRA. O my lord, the house is full of halberts, and a great many gentlemen ask for the room where Prince John is.