[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter ROBIN HOOD and MATILDA at one door; LITTLE JOHN
and MUCH the Miller’s son at another door.

MUCH.  Luck, I beseech thee, marry and amen! 
Blessing betide them! (it be them indeed)
Ah, for my good lord and my little lady![185]

ROB.  H. What, Much and John! well-met in this ill time.

LIT.  JOHN.  In this good time, my lord, for, being met,
The world shall not depart us till we die.[186]

MAT.  Say’st thou me so, John? as I am true maid,
If I live long, well shall thy love be paid.

MUCH.  Well, there be on us, simple though we stand here, have as much love in them as Little John.

MAT.  Much, I confess thou lov’st me very much,
And I will more reward it than with words.

MUCH.  Nay, I know that; but we miller’s children love the cog a little, and the fair speaking.

ROB.  H. And is it possible that Warman’s spite
Should stretch so far, that he doth hunt the lives
Of bonny Scarlet and his brother Scathlock.

MUCH.  O, ay, sir:  Warman came but yesterday to take charge of the jail at Nottingham, and this day he says he will hang the two outlaws.  He means to set them at liberty!

MAT.  Such liberty God send the peevish wretch,
In his most need.

ROB.  H. Now, by my honour’s hope,
Yet buried in the low dust of disgrace,
He is to blame.  Say, John, where must they die?

LIT.  JOHN.  Yonder’s their mother’s house, and here the tree
Whereon, poor men, they must forego their lives: 
And yonder comes a lazy losel friar,
That is appointed for their confessor;
Who, when we brought your money to their mothers,
Was wishing her to patience for their deaths.

    Enter FRIAR TUCK and RALPH, Warman’s man.

RAL.  I am timorous, sir, that the prigioners are passed from the jail.

FRIAR.  Soft, sirrah! by my order I protest
Ye are too forward:  ’tis no game, no jest,
We go about.

ROB.  H. Matilda, walk afore
To Widow Scarlet’s house; look, where it stands. 
Much, man your lady:  Little John and I
Will come unto you thither presently.

MUCH.  Come, madam; my lord has ’pointed the properer man to go before ye.

MAT.  Be careful, Robin, in this time of fear.

[Exeunt MUCH, MATILDA.

FRIAR.  Now, by the relics of the holy mass,
A pretty girl, a very bonny lass.

ROB.  H. Friar, how like you her?

FRIAR.  Marry, by my hood,
I like her well, and wish her nought but good.

RAL.  Ye protract, Master Friar.  I obsecrate ye with all courtesy, omitting compliment, you would vouch or deign to proceed.

FRIAR, Deign, vouch, protract, compliment, obsecrate? 
Why, goodman Tricks, who taught you thus to prate? 
Your name, your name?  Were you never christen’d?