LITTLE JOHN
I'll sound yet one more call.
They say these Courts will spoil a forester.
It may be he has missed the way. I'd give
My sword-hand just to hear his jolly bugle
Answer me.
[He blows a forest call. They listen. All is silent.]
SCARLET
Silence—only the sough of leaves!
LITTLE JOHN
Well, I'm for sleep: the moon is not so bright
Since Robin left us.
SCARLET
Ha! Shadow-of-a-Leaf, alone?
I thought I heard thy voice.
LITTLE JOHN