Volume Viii Part 13 (2/2)

When thou and I are come into the field, Or any other place, where Robin stays, Me in thy clothes the ambush will beset; Thee in my robes they dare not once approach: So, while with me a-reasoning they stay, At pleasure thou with him may'st ride away.

MAR. I am beholding to your majesty, And of this plot will send my Robin word.

QU. ELIN. Nay, never trouble him, lest it breed suspect: But get thee in, and s.h.i.+ft off thy attire: My robe is loose, and it will soon be off.

Go, gentle Marian, I will follow thee, And from betrayers' hands will set thee free.

MAR. I thank your highness, but I will not trust ye: My Robert shall have knowledge of this s.h.i.+ft, For I conceive already your deep drift.

[_Aside. Exit_.

QU. ELIN. Now shall I have my will of Huntington Who, taking me this night for Marian, Will hurry me away instead of her; For he dares not stand trifling to confer.

Faith, pretty Marian, I shall meet with you,[174]

And with your lovely sweetheart Robert too: For when we come unto a baiting-place, If with like love my love he do not grace, Of treason capital I will accuse him, For trait'rous forcing me out of the court, And guerdon his disdain with guilty death, That of a prince's love so lightly weighs.

[_Exit_.

ACT II., SCENE I.

_Enter_ LITTLE JOHN _fighting with the_ SHERIFF _and his men_; WARMAN _persuading him_.

LIT. JOHN. Warman, stand off!

t.i.t-tattle, tell not me what ye can do: The goods, I say, are mine, and I say true.

WAR. I say the Sheriff must see them, ere they go.

LIT. JOHN. You say so, Warman: Little John says no.

SHER. I say I must, for I am the king's shrieve.

LIT. JOHN. Your must is false; your office I believe.

WATCH. Down with him! down with him!

LIT. JOHN. Ye bark at me like curs, but I will down With twenty ”Stand, and who goes there?”[175] of you, If ye stand long tempting my patience.

Why, Master Sheriff, think you me a fool?

What justice is there you should search my trunks, Or stay my goods for that my master owes?

SHER. Here's Justice Warman, steward to your lord, Suspects some coin, some jewels, or some plate That 'longs unto your lord, are in your trunks, And the extent is out for all his goods; Therefore we ought to see none be convey'd.

WAR. True, Little John; I am the sorrier.

LIT. JOHN. A plague upon ye else, how sore ye weep!

Why, say, thou upstart, that there were some help, Some little, little help in this distress, To aid our lord and master comfortless, Is it thy part, thou screen-fac'd snotty-nose, To hinder him that gave thee all thou hast?

_Enter_ JUSTICE WARMAN'S [_French_] WIFE _oddly attired_.

WIFE. Who's that, husband? you, you! means he you?

WAR. I, by'r Lady is it, I thank him.

WIFE. Ah, ye knave you! G.o.d's pity, husband, why dis no your wors.h.i.+p send the kneve to Newgate?

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