[Exeunt John and his men.]
FRIAR TUCK
[As they go out.]
My Lord Fitzwalter!
I have confessed him! Shall I bid 'em shoot?
'Twill save a world of trouble.
FITZWALTER
No; or the King
Himself will come against me. Follow them out,
Drive them out of my gates, then raise the drawbridge
And let none cross. Oh, I foresaw, foretold!
Robin has wrecked us all!
[Exeunt the Foresters and Fitzwalter. Shadow-of-a-Leaf remains alone with Marian.]
MARIAN
[She flings herself down on a couch and buries her head in her arms.]
O Robin, Robin,
I cannot lose you now!