FITZWALTER
Hush, Marian, hark!
[All stand listening.]
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF
[Stealing to the foot of the stairs and whispering to Lady Marian.]
Lady, they're all so silent now. I'll tell you
I had a dream last night—there was a man
That bled to death, because of four grey walls
And a black-hooded nun.
FITZWALTER
[Angrily.]
Hist, Shadow-of-a-Leaf!
[The third bugle sounds. There is a clamour at the doors. Enter Prince John and his retainers.]