MUCH
And here's a pillow that I made myself,
Stuffed with dry rose-leaves and grey pigeon's down,
The softest thing on earth except my heart!
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF
[Going aside and throwing himself down among the ferns to watch.]
Just three sweet breaths and then the song is flown!
[Much looks at him for a moment with a puzzled face, then turns to the hut again.]
MUCH
Jenny, here, take it—though I'm fond of comforts,
Take it and give it to Maid Marian.
JENNY
Why, Much, 'tis bigger than thyself.