And here's a good angel apiece for your share:
If more you would have, you must win ere you wear:
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down:"
Then he blew his good horn with a musical cheer,
And fifty green bowmen came trooping full near,
And away the grey friars they bounded like deer,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.

CHAPTER XIII

What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,
What can a young lassie do wi'an auld man?
--BURNS.

"Here is but five shillings and a ring," said Little John, "and the
young man has spoken true."

"Then," said Robin to the stranger, "if want of money be the cause
of your melancholy, speak. Little John is my treasurer, and he shall
disburse to you."

"It is, and it is not," said the stranger; "it is, because, had I not
wanted money I had never lost my love; it is not, because, now that I
have lost her, money would come too late to regain her."

"In what way have you lost her?" said Robin: "let us clearly know that
she is past regaining, before we give up our wishes to restore her to
you."

"She is to be married this day," said the stranger, "and perhaps is
married by this, to a rich old knight; and yesterday I knew it not."

"What is your name?" said Robin.

"Allen," said the stranger.

"And where is the marriage to take place, Allen?" said Robin.

"At Edwinstow church," said Allen, "by the bishop of Nottingham."

"I know that bishop," said Robin; "he dined with me a month since, and
paid three hundred pounds for his dinner. He has a good ear and loves
music. The friar sang to him to some tune. Give me my harper's cloak,
and I will play a part at this wedding.

"These are dangerous times, Robin," said Marian, "for playing pranks out
of the forest."

"Fear not," said Robin; "Edwinstow lies not Nottingham-ward, and I will
take my precautions."

Robin put on his harper's cloak, while Little John painted his eyebrows
and cheeks, tipped his nose with red, and tied him on a comely beard.
Marian confessed, that had she not been present at the metamorphosis,
she should not have known her own true Robin. Robin took his harp and
went to the wedding.

Robin found the bishop and his train in the church porch, impatiently
expecting the arrival of the bride and bridegroom. The clerk was
observing to the bishop that the knight was somewhat gouty, and that
the necessity of walking the last quarter of a mile from the road to the
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