Marg. I pray you spare me, Mr. Sandford.
And once for all believe, nothing can shake my purpose.
Sand. But what course have you thought on?
Marg. To seek Sir Walter in the forest of Sherwood.
I have letters from young Simon,
Acquainting me with all the circumstances
Of their concealment, place, and manner of life,
And the merry hours they spend in the green haunts
Of Sherwood, nigh which place they have ta'en a house
In the town of Nottingham, and pass for foreigners,