ROBIN
Shadow-of-a-Leaf, be silent!
[Shadow-of-a-Leaf goes aside and throws himself down sobbing among the ferns.]
RICHARD
When even your cave
Methinks can scarce be cheery. Huntingdon,
Your earldom we restore to you this day!
You and my Lady Marian shall return
To Court with us, where your true bridal troth
Shall be fulfilled with golden marriage bells.
Now, friends, the venison pasty! We must hear
The Malmsey Butt and Down the Merry Red Lane,
Ere we set out, at dawn, for London Town.
ROBIN
Allan-a-dale shall touch a golden string
To speed our feast, sire, for he soars above
The gross needs of the Churchman!
RICHARD
Allan-a-Dale?
WILL SCARLET