I will go look for Gray;
Then, northward ho! such tricks as we shall play
Have not been seen, I think, in merry Sherwood,
Since the days of Robin Hood, that archer good.
ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE.—An Apartment in Woodvil Hall.
JOHN WOODVIL. (Alone.)
A weight of wine lies heavy on my head,
The unconcocted follies of last night.