SCENE THE SIXTEENTH.
Enter ROBIN HOOD and LADY FAUCONBRIDGE.
LADY F. Do not deny me, gentle Huntington.
ROB. My lord will miss me.
LADY F. Tut, let me excuse thee.
ROB. Turn, woman? O, it is intolerable!
Except you promise me to play the page.
Do that, try one night, and you'll laugh for ever
To hear the orisons that lovers use:
Their ceremonies, sighs, their idle oaths!
To hear how you are prais'd and pray'd unto.
For you are Richard's saint. They talk of Mary
The blessed Virgin; but upon his beads
He only prays to Marian Fauconbridge.
LADY F. The more his error; but will you agree
To be the Lady Fauconbridge one day?
ROB. When is't?
LADY. F. On Monday.
ROB. Wherefore is't?