MASKER
No, you are right, nor I.
PRINCE JOHN
Come, Lady Marian, let me lead you out
To tread a measure.
MARIAN
Pray, sir, pardon me!
I am tired.
FITZWALTER
[Whispering angrily to her.]
Now, Marian, be not so ungracious.
You both abuse him and disparage us.
His courtiers led the ladies they did choose.
Do not displease him, girl. I pray you, go!
Dance out your galliard. God's dear holy-bread,
Y'are too forgetful. Dance, or by my troth,
You'll move my patience. I say you do us wrong.
MARIAN