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_ ACT I - SCENE II
[A banqueting hall in FITZWALTER'S castle. The guests are assembling for the betrothal feast of ROBIN and MARIAN Some of ROBIN HOOD'S men, clad in Lincoln green, are just arriving at the doors. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF runs forward to greet them.]
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
Come in, my scraps of Lincoln green; come in,
My slips of greenwood. You're much wanted here!
Head, heart and eyes, we are all pent up in walls
Of stone--nothing but walls on every side--
And not a rose to break them--big blind walls,
Neat smooth stone walls! Come in, my ragged robins;
Come in, my jolly minions of the moon,
My straggling hazel-boughs! Hey, bully friar,
Come in, my knotted oak! Ho, little Much,
Come in, my sweet green linnet. Come, my cushats,
Larks, yellow-hammers, fern-owls, Oh, come in,
Come in, my Dian's foresters, and drown us
With may, with blossoming may!
FITZWALTER.
Out, Shadow-of-a-Leaf!
Welcome, welcome, good friends of Huntingdon,
Or Robin Hood, by whatsoever name
You best may love him.
CRIES.
Robin! Robin! Robin!
[Enter ROBIN HOOD.]
FITZWALTER.
Robin, so be it! Myself I am right glad
To call him at this bright betrothal feast
My son.
[Lays a hand on ROBIN'S shoulder.]
Yet, though I would not cast a cloud
Across our happy gathering, you'll forgive
An old man and a father if he sees
All your glad faces thro' a summer mist
Of sadness.
ROBIN.
Sadness? Yes, I understand.
FITZWALTER.
No, Robin, no, you cannot understand.
ROBIN.
Where's Marian?
FITZWALTER.
Ay, that's all you think of, boy.
But I must say a word to all of you
Before she comes.
ROBIN.
Why--what?
FITZWALTER.
No need to look
So startled; but it is no secret here;
For many of you are sharers of his wild
Adventures. Now I hoped an end had come
To these, until another rumour reached me,
This very day, of yet another prank.
You know, you know, how perilous a road
My Marian must ride if Huntingdon
Tramples the forest-laws beneath his heel
And, in the thin disguise of Robin Hood,
Succours the Saxon outlaws, makes his house
A refuge for them, lavishes his wealth
To feed their sick and needy.
[The SHERIFF and two of his men appear in the
great doorway out of sight of the guests.]
SHERIFF.
[Whispering.]
Not yet! keep back!
One of you go--see that the guards are set!
He must not slip us.
FITZWALTER.
Oh, I know his heart
Is gold, but this is not an age of gold;
And those who have must keep, or lose the power
Even to help themselves. No--he must doff
His green disguise of Robin Hood for ever,
And wear his natural coat of Huntingdon.
ROBIN.
Ah, which is the disguise? Day after day
We rise and put our social armour on,
A different mask for every friend; but steel
Always to case our hearts. We are all so wrapped,
So swathed, so muffled in habitual thought
That now I swear we do not know our souls
Or bodies from their winding-sheets; but Custom,
Custom, the great god Custom, all day long
Shovels the dirt upon us where we lie
Buried alive and dreaming that we stand
Upright and royal. Sir, I have great doubts
About this world, doubts if we have the right
To sit down here for this betrothal feast
And gorge ourselves with plenty, when we know
That for the scraps and crumbs which we let fall
And never miss, children would kiss our hands
And women weep in gratitude. Suppose
A man fell wounded at your gates, you'd not
Pass on and smile and leave him there to die.
And can a few short miles of distance blind you?
Miles, nay, a furlong is enough to close
The gates of mercy. Must we thrust our hands
Into the wounds before we can believe?
Oh, is our sight so thick and gross? We came,
We saw, we conquered with the Conqueror.
We gave ourselves broad lands; and when our king
Desired a wider hunting ground we set
Hundreds of Saxon homes a-blaze and tossed
Women and children back into the fire
If they but wrung their hands against our will.
And so we made our forest, and its leaves
Were pitiful, more pitiful than man.
They gave our homeless victims the same refuge
And happy hiding place they give the birds
And foxes. Then we made our forest-laws,
And he that dared to hunt, even for food,
Even on the ground where we had burned his hut,
The ground we had drenched with his own kindred's blood,
Poor foolish churl, why, we put out his eyes
With red-hot irons, cut off both his hands,
Torture him with such horrors that ... Christ God,
How can I help but fight against it all?
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
Ah, gossips, if the Conqueror had but burned
Everything with four walls, hut, castle, palace,
And turned the whole wide world into a forest,
Drenched us with may, we might be happy then!
With sweet blue wood-smoke curling thro' the boughs,
And just a pigeon's flap to break the silence,
And ferns, of course, there's much to make men happy.
Well, well, the forest conquers at the last!
I saw a thistle in the castle courtyard,
A purple thistle breaking thro' the pavement,
Yesterday; and it's wonderful how soon
Some creepers pick these old grey walls to pieces.
These nunneries and these monasteries now,
They don't spring up like flowers, so I suppose
Old mother Nature wins the race at last.
FITZWALTER.
Robin, my heart is with you, but I know
A hundred ages will not change this earth.
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
[With a candle in his hand.]
Gossip, suppose the sun goes out like this.
Pouf!
[Blows it out.]
Stranger things have happened.
FITZWALTER.
Silence, fool!
So, if you share your wealth with all the world
Earth will be none the better, and my poor girl
Will suffer for it. Where you got the gold
You have already lavished on the poor
Heaven knows.
FRIAR TUCK.
Oh, by the mass and the sweet moon
Of Sherwood, so do I? That's none so hard
A riddle!
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
Ah, Friar Tuck, we know, we know!
Under the hawthorn bough, and at the foot
Of rainbows, that's where fairies hide their gold.
Cut me a silver penny out of the moon
Next time you're there.
[Whispers.]
Now tell me, have you brought
Your quarter-staff?
FRIAR TUCK.
[Whispering.]
Hush! hush.
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
Oh, mum's the word!
I see it!
FITZWALTER.
Believe me, Robin, there's one way
And only one--patience! When Lion-Heart
Comes home from the Crusade, he will not brook
This blot upon our chivalry. Prince John
Is dangerous to a heart like yours. Beware
Of rousing him. Meanwhile, your troth holds good;
But, till the King comes home from the Crusade
You must not claim your bride.
ROBIN.
So be it, then
When the great King comes home from the Crusade!
FITZWALTER.
Meanwhile for Marian's sake and mine, I pray
Do nothing rash.
[Enter WIDOW SCARLET. She goes up to ROBIN HOOD.]
WIDOW SCARLET.
Are you that Robin Hood
They call the poor man's friend?
ROBIN.
I am.
WIDOW SCARLET.
They told me,
They told me I should find you here. They told me!
ROBIN.
Come, mother, what's the trouble?
WIDOW SCARLET.
Sir, my son
Will Scarlet lies in gaol at Nottingham
For killing deer in Sherwood! Sir, they'll hang him.
He only wanted food for him and me!
They'll kill him, I tell you, they'll kill him. I can't help
Crying it out. He's all I have, all! Save him!
I'll pray for you, I'll ...
ROBIN.
[To FITZWALTER, as he raises WIDOW SCARLET gently to her feet.]
Sir, has not the King
Come home from the Crusade? Does not your heart
Fling open wide its gates to welcome him?
FITZWALTER.
Robin, you set me riddles. Follow your conscience.
Do what seems best.
ROBIN.
I hope there is a way,
Mother. I knew Will Scarlet. Better heart
There never beat beneath a leather jerkin.
He loved the forest and the forest loves him;
And if the lads that wear the forest's livery
Of living green should happen to break out
And save Will Scarlet (as on my soul I swear,
Mother, they shall!) why, that's a matter none
Shall answer for to prince, or king, or God,
But you and Robin Hood; and if the judgment
Strike harder upon us than the heavenly smile
Of sunshine thro' the greenwood, may it fall
Upon my head alone.
[Enter the SHERIFF, with two of his men.]
SHERIFF.
[Reads.]
In the King's name!
Thou, Earl of Huntingdon, by virtue of this writ art hereby
attainted and deprived of thine earldom, thy lands and all thy
goods and chattels whatsoever and whereas thou hast at divers
times trespassed against the officers of the king by force of
arms, thou art hereby outlawed and banished the realm.
ROBIN.
That's well.
[He laughs.]
It puts an end to the great question
Of how I shall dispose my wealth, Fitzwalter.
But "banished"?--No! that is beyond their power
While I have power to breathe, unless they banish
The kind old oaks of Sherwood. They may call it
"Outlawed," perhaps.
FITZWALTER.
Who let the villain in
Thro' doors of mine?
CRIES.
Out with him! Out with him!
[The guests draw swords and the SHERIFF retreats thro' the doorway with his men.]
ROBIN.
Stop!
Put up your swords! He had his work to do.
[WIDOW SCARLET falls sobbing at his feet.]
WIDOW SCARLET.
O master, master, who will save my son,
My son?
ROBIN.
[Raising her.]
Why, mother, this is but a dream,
This poor fantastic strutting show of law!
And you shall wake with us in Sherwood Forest
And find Will Scarlet in your arms again.
Come, cheerly, cheerly, we shall overcome
All this. Hark!
[A bugle sounds in the distance. There is a
scuffle in the doorway and LITTLE JOHN bursts
in with his head bleeding.]
LITTLE JOHN.
Master, master, come away!
They are setting a trap for thee, drawing their lines
All round the castle.
ROBIN.
How now, Little John,
They have wounded thee! Art hurt?
LITTLE JOHN.
No, no, that's nothing.
Only a bloody cockscomb. Come, be swift,
Or, if thou wert a fox, thou'dst never slip
Between 'em. Ah, hear that?
[Another bugle sounds from another direction.]
That's number two.
Two sides cut off already. When the third
Sounds--they will have thee, sure as eggs is eggs.
Prince John is there, Fitzwalter cannot save 'ee.
They'll burn the castle down.
ROBIN.
Prince John is there?
LITTLE JOHN.
Ay, and my lord Fitzwalter had best look
Well to my mistress Marian, if these ears
Heard right as I came creeping thro' their lines.
Look well to her, my lord, look well to her.
Come, master, come, for God's sake, come away.
FITZWALTER.
Robin, this is thy rashness. I warned thee, boy!
Prince John! Nay, that's too perilous a jest
For even a prince to play with me. Come, Robin,
You must away and quickly.
ROBIN.
Let me have
One word with Marian.
LITTLE JOHN.
It would be the last
On earth. Come, if you ever wish to see
Her face again.
FITZWALTER.
Come, Robin, are you mad?
You'll bring us all to ruin!
[He opens a little door in the wall.]
The secret passage,
This brings you out by Much the Miller's wheel,
Thro' an otter's burrow in the river bank.
Come, quick, or you'll destroy us! Take this lanthorn.
If you're in danger, slip into the stream
And let it carry you down into the heart
Of Sherwood. Come now, quickly, you must go!
ROBIN.
The old cave, lads, in Sherwood, you know where
To find me. Friar Tuck, bring Widow Scarlet
Thither to-morrow, with a word or two
From Lady Marian!
FITZWALTER.
Quickly, quickly, go.
[He pushes ROBIN and LITTLE JOHN into the
opening and shuts the door. A pause.]
Oh, I shall pay for this, this cursed folly!
Henceforth I swear I wash my hands of him!
[Enter MARIAN, from a door on the right above the
banqueting hall. She pauses, pale and frightened,
on the broad steps leading down.]
MARIAN.
Father, where's Robin?
FITZWALTER.
Child, I bade you stay
Until I called you.
MARIAN.
Something frightened me!
Father, where's Robin? Where's Robin?
FITZWALTER.
Hush, Marian, hark!
[All stand listening.]
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
[Stealing to the foot of the stairs and whispering to LADY MARIAN.]
Lady, they're all so silent now. I'll tell you
I had a dream last night--there was a man
That bled to death, because of four grey walls
And a black-hooded nun.
FITZWALTER.
[Angrily.]
Hist, Shadow-of-a-Leaf!
[The third bugle sounds. There is a clamour at the doors.
Enter PRINCE JOHN and his retainers.]
JOHN.
[Mockingly.]
Now this is fortunate! I come in time
To see--Oh, what a picture! Lady Marian,
Forgive me--coming suddenly out of the dark
And seeing you there, robed in that dazzling white
Above these verdant gentlemen, I feel
Like one that greets the gracious evening star
Thro' a gap in a great wood.
Is aught amiss?
Why are you all so silent? Ah, my good,
My brave Fitzwalter, I most fervently
Trust I am not inopportune.
FITZWALTER.
My lord,
I am glad that you can jest. I am sadly grieved
And sorely disappointed in that youth
Who has incurred your own displeasure.
JOHN.
Ah?
Your future son-in-law?
FITZWALTER.
Never on earth!
He is outlawed--
MARIAN.
Outlawed!
FITZWALTER.
And I wash my hands
Of Huntingdon. His shadow shall not darken
My doors again!
JOHN.
That's vehement! Ha! ha!
And what does Lady Marian say?
MARIAN.
My father
Speaks hastily. I am not so unworthy.
FITZWALTER.
Unworthy?
MARIAN.
Yes, unworthy as to desert him
Because he is in trouble--the bravest man
In England since the days of Hereward.
You know why he is outlawed!
FITZWALTER.
[To PRINCE JOHN ]
Sir, she speaks
As the spoilt child of her old father's dotage.
Give her no heed. She shall not meet with him
On earth again, and till she promise this,
She'll sun herself within the castle garden
And never cross the draw-bridge.
MARIAN.
Then I'll swim
The moat!
FRIAR TUCK.
Ha! ha! well spoken.
MARIAN.
Oh, you forget,
Father, you quite forget there is a King;
And, when the King comes home from the Crusade,
Will you forget Prince John and change once more?
[Murmurs of assent from the FORESTERS.]
JOHN.
Enough of this.
Though I be prince, I am vice-gerent too!
Fitzwalter, I would have some private talk
With you and Lady Marian. Bid your guests
Remove a little--
FITZWALTER.
I'll lead them all within!
And let them make what cheer they may. Come, friends.
[He leads them up the stairs to the inner room.]
My lord, I shall return immediately!
[Exeunt FITZWALTER and the guests.]
JOHN.
Marian!
MARIAN.
My lord!
JOHN.
[Drawing close to her.]
I have come to urge a plea
On your behalf as well as on my own!
Listen, you may not know it--I must tell you.
I have watched your beauty growing like a flower,
With--why should I not say it--worship; yes,
Marian, I will not hide it.
MARIAN.
Sir, you are mad!
Sir, and your bride, your bride, not three months wedded!
You cannot mean ...
JOHN.
Listen to me! Ah, Marian,
You'd be more merciful if you knew all!
D'you think that princes wed to please themselves?
MARIAN.
Sir, English maidens do; and I am plighted
Not to a prince, but to an outlawed man.
JOHN.
Listen to me! One word! Marian, one word!
I never meant you harm! Indeed, what harm
Could come of this? Is not your father poor?
I'd make him rich! Is not your lover outlawed?
I'd save him from the certain death that waits him.
You say the forest-laws afflict your soul
And his--you say you'd die for their repeal!
Well--I'll repeal them. All the churls in England
Shall bless your name and mix it in their prayers
With heaven itself.
MARIAN.
The price?
JOHN.
You call it that!
To let me lay the world before your feet,
To let me take this little hand in mine.
Why should I hide my love from you?
MARIAN.
No more,
I'll hear no more! You are a prince, you say?
JOHN.
One word--suppose it some small sacrifice,
To save those churls for whom you say your heart
Bleeds; yet you will not lift your little finger
To save them! And what hinders you?--A breath,
A dream, a golden rule! Can you not break it
For a much greater end?
MARIAN.
I'd die to save them.
JOHN.
Then live to save them.
MARIAN.
No, you will not let me;
D'you think that bartering my soul will help
To save another? If there's no way but this,
Then through my lips those suffering hundreds cry,
We choose the suffering. All that is good in them,
All you have left, all you have not destroyed,
Cries out against you: and I'll go to them,
Suffer and toil and love and die with them
Rather than touch your hand. You over-rate
Your power to hurt our souls. You are mistaken!
There is a golden rule!
JOHN.
And with such lips
You take to preaching! I was a fool to worry
Your soul with reason. With hair like yours--it's hopeless!
But Marian--you shall hear me.
[He catches her in his arms.]
Yes, by God,
Marian, you shall! I love you.
MARIAN.
[Struggling.]
You should not live!
JOHN.
One kiss, then! Devil take it.
[Enter FITZWALTER above.]
MARIAN.
[Wresting herself free.]
You should not live!
Were I a man and not a helpless girl
You should not live!
JOHN.
Come, now, that's very wicked.
See how these murderous words affright your father.
My good Fitzwalter, there's no need to look
So ghastly. For your sake and hers and mine
I have been trying to make your girl forget
The name of Huntingdon. A few short months
At our gay court would blot his memory out!
I promise her a life of dazzling pleasures,
And, in return she flies at me--a tigress--
Clamouring for my blood! Try to persuade her!
FITZWALTER.
My lord, you are very good. She must decide Herself.
JOHN.
[Angrily.]
I'll not be trifled with! I hold
The hand of friendship out and you evade it,
The moment I am gone, back comes your outlaw.
You say you have no power with your own child!
Well, then I'll take her back this very night;
Back to the court with me. How do I know
What treasons you are hatching here? I'll take her
As hostage for yourself.
FITZWALTER.
My lord, you jest!
I have sworn to you.
JOHN.
No more! If you be loyal,
What cause have you to fear?
FITZWALTER.
My lord, I'll give
A hundred other pledges; but not this.
JOHN.
By heaven, will you dictate your terms to me?
I say that she shall come back to the court
This very night! Ho, there, my men.
[Enter JOHN'S retainers.]
Escort
This lady back with us.
FITZWALTER.
Back there, keep back. Prince or no prince,
I say she shall not go!
[He draws his sword.]
I'd rather see her
Begging in rags with outlawed Huntingdon
Than that one finger of yours should soil her glove.
JOHN.
So here's an end of fawning, here's the truth,
My old white-bearded hypocrite. Come, take her,
Waste no more time. Let not the old fool daunt you
With that great skewer.
FITZWALTER.
[As JOHN'S men advance.]
By God, since you will have it,
Since you will drive me to my last resort,
Break down my walls, and hound me to the forest,
This is the truth! Out of my gates! Ho, help!
A Robin Hood! A Robin Hood!
[There is a clamour from the upper room. The doors are flung
open and the FORESTERS appear at the head of the steps.]
FRIAR TUCK.
[Coming down into the hall and brandishing his quarter-staff.]
A Robin?
Who calls on Robin Hood? His men are here
To answer.
FITZWALTER.
Drive these villains out of my gates.
FRIAR TUCK.
[To PRINCE JOHN. ]
Sir, I perceive you are a man of wisdom,
So let me counsel you. There's not a lad
Up yonder, but at four-score yards can shoot
A swallow on the wing. They have drunken deep.
I cannot answer but their hands might loose
Their shafts before they know it. Now shall I give
The word? Ready, my lads!
[The FORESTERS make ready to shoot. JOHN hesitates for a moment.]
JOHN.
My Lady Marian,
One word, and then I'll take my leave of you!
[She pays no heed.]
Farewell, then! I have five-score men at hand!
And they shall be but lightning to the hell
Of my revenge, Fitzwalter. I will not leave
One stone upon another. From this night's work
Shall God Himself not save you.
[Exeunt JOHN and his men.]
FRIAR TUCK.
[As they go out.]
My Lord Fitzwalter!
I have confessed him! Shall I bid 'em shoot?
'Twill save a world of trouble.
FITZWALTER.
No; or the King
Himself will come against me. Follow them out,
Drive them out of my gates, then raise the drawbridge
And let none cross. Oh, I foresaw, foretold!
Robin has wrecked us all!
[Exeunt the FORESTERS and FITZWALTER. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF remains alone with MARIAN.]
MARIAN.
[She flings herself down on a couch and buries her head in her arms.]
O Robin, Robin,
I cannot lose you now!
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
[Sitting at her feet. The lights grow dim.]
Ah, well, the prince
Promised to break the walls down. Don't you think
These villains are a sort of ploughshare, lady,
And where they plough, who knows what wheat may spring!
The lights are burning low and very low;
So, Lady Marian, let me tell my dream.
There was a forester that bled to death
Because of four grey walls and a black nun
Whose face I could not see--but, oh, beware!
Though I am but your fool, your Shadow-of-a-Leaf,
Dancing before the wild winds of the future,
I feel them thrilling through my tattered wits
Long ere your wisdom feels them. My poor brain
Is like a harp hung in a willow-tree
Swept by the winds of fate. I am but a fool,
But oh, beware of that black-hooded nun.
MARIAN.
This is no time for jesting, Shadow-of-a-Leaf.
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
The lights are burning low. Do you not feel
A cold breath on your face?
MARIAN.
Fling back that shutter!
Look out and tell me what is happening.
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
[Flinging back the shutter.]
Look,
Look, gossip, how the moon comes dancing in.
Ah, they have driven Prince John across the drawbridge.
They are raising it, now!
[There are cries in the distance, then a heavy sound of
chains clanking and silence. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF turns from
the window and stands in the stream of moonlight,
pointing to the door on the left.]
Look! Look!
MARIAN.
[Starting up with a cry of fear.]
Ah!
[The tall figure of a nun glides into the moonlit hall and
throwing back her hood reveals the face of QUEEN ELINOR.]
ELINOR.
Lady Marion,
Tell me quickly, where is Huntingdon hiding?
MARIAN.
The Queen!
ELINOR.
Yes! Yes! I donned this uncouth garb
To pass through your besiegers. If Prince John
Discover it, all is lost. Come, tell me quickly,
Where is Robin?
MARIAN.
Escaped, I hope.
ELINOR.
Not here?
MARIAN.
No!
ELINOR.
Come, dear Lady Marian, do not doubt me.
I am here to save you both.
MARIAN.
He is not here.
ELINOR.
Ah, but you know where I may find him, Marian.
All will be lost if you delay to tell me
Where I may speak with him. He is in peril.
By dawn Prince John will have five hundred men
Beleaguering the castle. You are all ruined
Unless you trust me! Armies will scour the woods
To hunt him down. Even now he may be wounded,
Helpless to save himself.
MARIAN.
Wounded!
ELINOR.
Dear child,
Take me to him. Here, on this holy cross,
My mother's dying gift, I swear to you
I wish to save him.
MARIAN.
Oh, but how?
ELINOR.
Trust me!
MARIAN.
Wounded! He may be wounded! Oh, if I could,
I'd go to him! I am helpless, prisoned here.
My father ...
ELINOR.
I alone can save your father.
Give me your word that if I can persuade him,
You'll lead me to your lover's hiding place,
And let me speak with him.
[Enter FITZWALTER.]
Ah, my Lord Fitzwalter!
FITZWALTER.
The queen! O madam, madam, I am driven
Beyond myself. This girl, this foolish girl
Has brought us all to ruin. This Huntingdon,
As I foresaw, foresaw, foretold, foretold,
Has dragged me down with him.
ELINOR.
I am on your side,
If you will hear me; and you yet may gain
A son in Robin Hood.
FITZWALTER.
Madam, I swear
I have done with him. I pray you do not jest;
But if you'll use your power to save my lands.
I was provoked!
Prince John required this child here--
ELINOR.
Oh, I know!
But you'll forgive him that! I do not wonder
That loveliness like hers--
FITZWALTER.
Ay, but you'll pardon
A father's natural anger. Madam, I swear
I was indeed provoked. But you'll assure him
I've washed my hands of Huntingdon.
MARIAN.
And yet
His men are, even now, guarding your walls!
Father, you cannot, you shall not--
FITZWALTER.
Oh, be silent!
Who wrapt me in this tangle? Are you bent
On driving me out in my old age to seek
Shelter in caves and woods?
ELINOR.
My good Fitzwalter,
It has not come to that! If you will trust me
All will be well; but I must speak a word
With Robin Hood.
FITZWALTER.
You!
ELINOR.
Oh, I have a reason.
Your daughter knows his hiding place.
FITZWALTER.
She knows!
ELINOR.
Oh, trust them both for that. I am risking much!
To-morrow she shall guide me there. This bird
Being flown, trust me to make your peace with John.
FITZWALTER.
But--Marian!
ELINOR.
She'll be safer far with Robin,
Than loitering here until your roof-tree burns.
I think you know it. Fitzwalter, I can save you,
I swear it on this cross.
FITZWALTER.
But--Marian! Marian!
ELINOR.
Your castle wrapt in flame!
There's nought to fear,
If she could--Marian, once, at a court masque,
You wore a page's dress of Lincoln green,
And a green hood that muffled half your face,
I could have sworn 'twas Robin come again--
He was my page, you know--
Wear it to-morrow--go, child, bid your maid
Make ready--we'll set out betimes.
MARIAN.
[Going up to her father.]
I'll go,
If you will let me, father. He may be wounded!
Father, forgive me. Let me go to him.
ELINOR.
Go, child, first do my bidding. He'll consent
When you return.
[Exit MARIAN.]
My dear good friend Fitzwalter,
Trust me, _I_ have some power with Huntingdon.
All shall be as you wish. I'll let her guide me,
But--as for her--she shall not even see him
Unless you wish. Trust me to wind them all
Around my little finger.
FITZWALTER.
It is dark here.
Let us within. Madam, I think you are right.
And you'll persuade Prince John?
ELINOR.
[As they go up the steps.]
I swear by this,
This holy cross, my mother's dying gift!
FITZWALTER.
It's very sure he'd burn the castle down.
[Exeunt.]
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF.
[Coming out into the moonlight and staring up after them.]
The nun! The nun! They'll whip me if I speak,
For I am only Shadow-of-a-Leaf, the Fool.
[Curtain.] _
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