Gilbert. Gilbert, the Carpenter's apprentice.
Anselm. Are you a good boy?
Gilbert [doubtfully]. I guess so, sir.
Gregory. Do you always speak the truth, Gilbert?
Gilbert [stammering]. W-w-w-well, nearly always.
Anselm. Tut-tut-tut! That won't do at all. Always speak the truth, my boy. I am afraid we can't take you. Next.
[Gilbert steps back, hanging his head. Robin
comes forward.
Gregory. Name?
Robin [in a small, frightened voice]. Robin, the Forester's son.