Long live King John!
JOHN
[Coming down amongst them.]
Our masque is ended by this grievous news;
But where's my Lady Marian? I had some word
To speak with her! Not here! Why—
ROBIN
[Still masked, rises and confronts the King, who stares at him and shrinks back a little.]
All the masks
Are off, sire! No, perhaps they wear them still.
JOHN
Who is this?
ROBIN