Enter ROBIN HOOD in the LADY FAUCONBRIDGE'S gown, night attire on his head.
ROB. O, for this lady! Was never poor gentleman troubled with gentlewoman as I am with myself! My Lady Fauconbridge hath fitted me a turn. Here I am, visited with sleeveless errands and with asking for This thing, Madam, and That thing, Madam, that they make me almost mad in earnest. Whoop, here's another client.
Enter a SERVING-MAN.
SER. Here's my Lady Rawford's page attends to speak with your ladyship.
ROB. I pray ye bid her lordship's page come into my Ladyship.
[Exit. SERVINGMAN.]
Well, Robin Hood, part with these petticoats,
And cast these loose devices from thy back,
I'll ne'er go more untruss'd, never be kerchief'd,
Never have this ado with what do you lack?
Enter PAGE.
PAGE. Madam, my lady greets your honour kindly,
And sends you the first grapes of her young vine.
ROB. I am much indebted to her honour, there's an angel for you to drink; set them up till after supper. Humphrey, pray look about for Block. Humphrey! trust me, I think the fool be lost.
PAGE. No, forsooth, madam, he's upon the green, jesting with a stammerer, one Redcap.
ROB. It is a lewd fellow; pray, bid him come in, youth; I'll give him his welcome at the door. Commend me to your lady, I pray ye, heartily. [Exit PAGE. Humphrey, I marvel where Sir Richard is so late! Truly, truly, he does not as beseems a gentleman of his calling; pray, let some go forth to meet him on the green, and send in that blockhead Block. [Exit HUMPHREY.