[Little John goes into the cave.]
Well, Shadow-of-a-Leaf, where is he?
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF
At this moment
His hair is tangled in a rose bush: hark,
He swears, like a young leopard! Nay, he is free.
Come, master page, here is that thief of love,
Give him your message. I'll to Little John.
[Exit into the cave. Enter Marian, as a page in Lincoln green, her face muffled in a hood.]
ROBIN
Good even, master page, what is thy news
Of Lady Marian?
[She stands silent.]
Answer me quickly, come,
Hide not thy face!
[She still stands muffled and silent.]