ROBIN
Ah, there's my Lady Marian! Will you not come
And speak with her?
[He and the Knight go and talk to Marian in the background.]
LITTLE JOHN
[At the table.]
The trenchers all are set;
Manchets of wheat, cream, curds and honey-cakes,
Venison pasties, roasted pigeons! Much,
Run to the cave; we'll broach our rarest wine
To-day. Old Much is waiting for thee there
To help him. He is growling roundly, too,
At thy delay.
MUCH
[Going towards the cave.]
Ah me, my poor old father!
JENNY
I've dressed the salt and strawed the dining hall
With flowers.