FRIAR TUCK
The lad will not be long!
[Robin appears tottering and white at the mouth of the cave.]
MARIAN
[Running to him.]
O Robin, Robin,
You must not rise! Your wound!
ROBIN
[He speaks feverishly.]
Where can I rest
Better than on my greenwood throne of turf?
Friar, I heard them say they had some prisoners.
Bring them before me.
FRIAR TUCK