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shall I go wi' ye? TUCK. Upon my faith, I do intend good faith. JEN. And shall I have the pins and laces too, If I bear a pedlar's pack with you? TUCK. As I am holy Friar, Jenny, thou shalt. JEN. Well, there's my hand; see, Friar, you do not halt. TUCK. Go but before into the miry mead, And keep the path that doth to Farnsfield lead; I'll into Southwell and buy all the knacks, That shall fit both of us for pedlar's packs. JEN. Who be they two that yonder walk, I pray? TUCK. Jenny, I know not: be they what they may, Scare not for them; prythee, do not stay, But make some speed, that we were gone away. JEN. Well, Friar, I trust you that we go to Sherwood. TUCK. Ay, by my beads, and unto Robin Hood. JEN. Make speed, good Friar. TUCK. Jenny, do not fear. [_Exit_ JENNY. Lord Prior, now you hear, As much as I. Get me two pedlar's packs, Points, laces, looking-glasses, pins and knacks; And let Sir Doncaster with some wight lads Follow us close; and, ere these forty hours, Upon my life Earl Robert shall be ours. PRIOR. Thou shalt have anything, my dearest Friar; And in amends I'll make thee my sub-prior. Come, good Sir Doncaster, and if we thrive, We'll frolic with the nuns of Leeds, belive.[204] [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ FITZWATER, _like an old man_. FITZ. Well did he write, and mickle did he know, That said this world's felicity was woe, Which greater states can hardly undergo. Whilom Fitzwater, in fair England's court, Possess'd felicity and happy state, And in his hall blithe fortune kept her sport, Which glee one hour of woe did ruinate. Fitzwater once had castles, towns, and towers, Fair gardens, orchards, and delightful bowers; But now nor garden, orchard, town, nor tower, Hath poor Fitzwater left within his power. Only wide walks are left me in the world, Which these stiff limbs will hardly let me tread; And when I sleep, heaven's glorious canopy Me and my mossy couch doth overspread. Of this injurious John cannot bereave me; The air and earth he (while I live) must leave me; But from the English air and earth, poor man, His tyranny hath ruthless thee exiled. Yet e'er I leave it, I'll do what I can To see Matilda, my fair luckless child. [_Curtains open_:--ROBIN HOOD _sleeps on a green bank, and_ MARIAN _strewing flowers on him_. And in good time, see where my comfort stands, And by her lies dejected Huntington. Look how
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