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n, night-creeping thieves Whom Huntingdon has tempted to the woods. These desperate ruffians flee their lawful masters And flock around the disaffected Earl Like ragged rooks around an elm, by scores! And now, i' faith, the sun of Huntingdon Is setting fast. They've well nigh beggared him, Eaten him out of house and home. They say That, when we make him outlaw, we shall find Nought to distrain upon, but empty cupboards. JOHN Did you not serve him once yourself? SHERIFF Oh, ay, He was more prosperous then. But now my cupboards Are full, and his are bare. Well, I'd think scorn To share a crust with outcast churls and thieves, Doffing his dignity, letting them call him Robin, or Robin Hood, as if an Earl Were just a plain man, which he will be soon, When we have served our writ of outlawry! 'Tis said he hopes much from the King's return And swears by Lion-Heart; and though King Richard Is brother to yourself, 'tis all the more Ungracious, sir, to hope he should return, And overset your rule. But then--to keep Such base communications! Myself would think it Unworthy of my sheriffship, much more Unworthy a right Earl. JOHN You talk too much! This whippet, here, slinks at his heel, you say. Mercy may close her eyes, then. Take him off, Blind him or what you will; and let him thank His master for it. But wait--perhaps he knows Where we may trap this young patrician thief. Where is your master? SERF Where you'll never find him. JOHN Oh, ho! the dog is faithful! Take him away. Get your red business done, I shall require Your men to ride with me. SHERIFF [_To his men._] Take him out yonder, A bow-shot into the wood, so that his clamour Do not offend my lord. Delay no time, The irons are hot by this. They'll give you light Enough to blind him by. SERF [_Crying out and struggling as he is forced back into the forest._] No, no, not that! God will repay you! Kill me out of hand! SHERIFF [_To PRINCE JOHN._] There is a kind of justice in all this. The irons being heated in that fire, my lord, Which was his hut, aforetim
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