Prince John!
JOHN
[Turns round and confronts Robin.]
Out with your blade, Warman; call up the rest!
We can strike freely now, without a fear
Of marring the sweet beauty of the spoil.
We four can surely make an end of him. Have at him, lads, and swiftly, or the thieves
Will all be down on us.
[Robin draws his sword and sets his back to an oak. The other two followers of Prince John come out of the wood.]
ROBIN
Come on, all four!
This oak will shift its roots before I budge
One inch from four such howling wolves. Come on;
You must be tired of fighting women-folk.
Come on! By God, sir, you must guard your head
Better than that,
[He disarms Warman.]
Or you're just food for worms
Already; come, you dogs!
PRINCE JOHN