Voice [from the forest].
Marian, where art thou? I have found a rose
Fair as thyself. Come hither, and I’ll place it
With the blue violets on thine ivory brow.
Marian.
He calls me; I must go; restrain me not.
Lady Ellrington.
Nay! I will hold thee firmly as grim death.
Thou need’st not struggle, for my grasp is strong.
Thou shalt not go: Lord Arthur shall come here,