ns to take
Out of this wood
The yeoman good,
Call'd Robin Hood.
ROB. H. Pedlar, I prythee be more plain.
What brake? what snake? what trap? what train?
FRIAR. Robin, I am a holy friar,
Sent by the Prior,
Who did me hire,
For to conspire
Thy endless woe
And overthrow:
But thou shalt know,
I am the man
Whom Little John
From Nottingham
Desir'd to be
A clerk to thee;
For he to me
Said thou wert free,
And I did see
Thy honesty,
From gallow-tree
When thou didst free
Scathlock and Scarlet certainly[210].
ROB. H. Why, then, it seems that thou art Friar Tuck.
FRIAR. Master, I am.
ROB. H. I pray thee, Friar, say,
What treachery is meant to me this day?
FRIAR. First wind your horn; then draw your sword.
[_ROBIN HOOD winds his horn_.
For I have given a friar's word,
To take your body prisoner,
And yield you to Sir Doncaster,
The envious priest of Hothersfield,
Whose power your bushy wood doth shield;
But I will die ere you shall yield.
_Enter_ LITTLE JOHN, &c.
And sith your yeomen do appear,
I'll give the watchword without fear.
Take it, I pray thee, though it be more worth.
_Rush in_ SIR DONCASTER _with his crew_.
DON. Smite down! lay hold on outlaw'd Huntington!
LIT. JOHN. Soft, hot-spurr'd priest, 'tis not so quickly done.
DON. Now, out alas! the friar and the maid
Have to false thieves Sir Doncaster betray'd.
[_Exeunt omnes_.[211]
ACT IV., SCENE 1.
_Enter_ JOHN _crowned_, QUEEN ELINOR, CHESTER, SALISBURY,
LORD PRIOR. _Sit down all_. WARMAN _stands_.
JOHN. As God's vicegerent, John ascends this throne,
His head impal'd with England's diadem,[212]
And in his hand the awful rod of rule,
Giving the humble place of excellence,
And to the low earth casting down the proud.
QUEEN. Such upright rule is in each realm allow'd.
JOHN. Chester, you once were Ely's open friend,
And yet are doubtful whether he deserve
A public trial for his private wrongs.
CHES. I still am doubtful whether it be fit
To punish private faults with public shame
In such a person as Lord Ely is.
PRIOR. Yes, honourable Chester, more it fits
To make apparent sins of mighty men,
And on their persons sharply to correct
A little fault, a very small defect,
Than on the poor to practise chasti
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