Ho, there, my lads!
[Enter several of the Outlaws.]
This lady needs a guide
Back thro' the wood.
ELINOR
Good-bye, then, Robin, and good-bye to you,
Sweet mistress! You have wronged me! What of that?
For—when we meet—Come, lead on, foresters!
[Exeunt the Queen and her guides.]
MARIAN
O Robin, Robin, how the clouds begin
To gather—how that woman seems to have brought
A nightmare on these woods.
ROBIN
Forget it all!
She is so tangled in those lies the world
Draws round some men and women, none can help her.
Marian, for God's sake, let us quite forget
That nightmare! Oh, that perfect brow of yours,
Those perfect eyes, pure as the violet wells
That only mirror heaven and are not dimmed
Except by clouds that drift thro' heaven and catch
God's glory in the sunset and the dawn.