It puts an end to the great question
Of how I shall dispose my wealth, Fitzwalter.
But "banished"?—No! that is beyond their power
While I have power to breathe, unless they banish
The kind old oaks of Sherwood. They may call it
"Outlawed," perhaps.
FITZWALTER
Who let the villain in
Thro' doors of mine?
CRIES
Out with him! Out with him!
[The guests draw swords and the Sheriff retreats thro' the doorway with his men.]
ROBIN
Stop!
Put up your swords! He had his work to do.
[Widow Scarlet falls sobbing at his feet.]
WIDOW SCARLET