ROBIN
Why, you're trembling!
MARIAN
Yes, I am foolish.
This is the first small parting we have had;
But—you'll be back ere dusk?
ROBIN
[Laughing.]
Ah, do you think
That chains of steel could hold me, sweet, from you,
With those two heavenly eyes to call me home,
Those lips to welcome me? Good-bye!
MARIAN
Good-bye!
[He goes hurriedly out. She looks after him for a moment, then suddenly calls.]