RICH.  Noble Fitzwater, thanks, and welcome both.

LEI.  O God, how glad I am to see this lord! 
I cannot speak, but welcome at a word.

ROB.  H. Next, take good Ely in your royal hands,
Who fled from death and most uncivil bonds.

KING.  Robin, thy gifts exceed.  Morton, my chancellor! 
In this man giv’st thou holiness and honour.

ELY.  Indeed he gives me, and he gave me life,
Preserving me from fierce pursuing foes. 
When I, to blame, had wrought him many woes. 
With me he likewise did preserve this seal,
Which I surrender to your majesty.

KING.  Keep it, good Ely, keep it still for me.

ROB.  H. The next fair jewel that I will present
Is richer than both these; yet in the foil,
My gracious lord, it hath a foul default
Which if you pardon, boldly I protest,
It will in value far exceed the rest.

JOHN.  That’s me he means; i’faith, my turn is next. 
He calls me foil:  i’faith, I fear a foil. 
Well, ’tis a mad lord, this same Huntington. [Aside.

ROB.  H. Here is Prince John, your brother, whose revolt
And folly in your absence, let me crave,
With his submission may be buried;
For he is now no more the man he was,
But dutiful in all respects to you.

KING.  Pray God it prove so.  Well, good Huntington,
For thy sake pardon’d is our brother John,
And welcome to us in all hearty love.

ROB.  H. This last I give, as tenants do their lands,
With a surrender to receive again
The same into their own possession;
No Marian, but Fitzwater’s chaste Matilda: 
The precious jewel, that poor Huntington
Doth in this world hold as his best esteem. 
Although with one hand I surrender her,
I hold the other, as one looking still
Richard return her:  so I hope he will.

KING.  Else God forbid.  Receive thy Marian back,
And never may your love be separate,
But flourish fairly to the utmost date.

ROB.  H. Now please my king to enter Robin’s bower,
And take such homely welcome as he finds,
It shall be reckon’d as my happiness.

KING.  With all my heart.  Then, as combined friends,
Go we together:  here all quarrel ends.

[Exeunt.

Manent SIR JOHN ELTHAM and SKELTON.

SIR JOHN.  Then, Skelton, here I see you will conclude.

SKEL.  And reason good:  have we not held too long?

SIR JOHN.  No, in good sadness, I dare gage my life,
His highness will accept it very kindly: 
But, I assure you, he expects withal
To see the other matters tragical,
That follow in the process of the story. 
Wherein are many a sad accident,
Able to make the stoutest mind relent: 
I need not name the points, you know them all! 
From Marian’s eye shall not one tear be shed? 
Skelton, i’ faith, ’tis not the fashion.