ROBIN
Soon, sweetheart! Oh, her sweet brave soul is gone!
Marian, I follow quickly!
SCARLET
God, Kirklee
Shall burn for this!
LITTLE JOHN
Kirklee shall burn for this!
O master, master, you shall be avenged!
ROBIN
No; let me stand upright! Your hand, good Scarlet!
We have lived our lives and God be thanked we go
Together thro' this darkness. We shall wake,
Please God, together. It is growing darker!
I cannot see your faces. Give me my bow
Quickly into my hands, for my strength fails
And I must shoot one last shaft on the trail
Of yonder setting sun, never to reach it! But where this last, last bolt of all my strength,
My hope, my love, shall fall, there bury us both,
Together, and tread the green turf over us!
The bow!
[Scarlet hands him his bow. He stands against the faint glow of the window, draws the bow to full length, shoots and falls back into the arms of Little John.]
LITTLE JOHN