Wherefore, still sit you,
Doth Skelton entreat you
While he facetè
Will briefly repeat ye
The history all
And tale tragical,
By whose treachery
And base injury
Robin the good,
Call'd Robin Hood,
Died in Sherwood.
Which till you see,
Be ruled by me:
Sit patiently,
And give a plaudite,
If anything please ye.
[Exeunt.
ACT V., SCENE 1.
Enter WARMAN.
WAR. Banish'd from all, of all I am bereft!
No more than what I wear unto me left.
O wretched, wretched grief, desertful fall!
Striving to get all, I am reft of all.
Yet if I could awhile myself relieve,
Till Ely be in some place settled,
A double restitution should I get,
And these sharp sorrows, that have joy suppress'd,
Should turn to joy with double interest.
Enter a GENTLEMAN, Warman's Cousin.
And in good time, here comes my cousin Warman,
Whom I have often pleasur'd in my time.
His house at Bingham I bestow'd on him,
And therefore doubt not, he will give me house-room.
Good even, cousin.
COU. O cousin Warman, what good news with you?
WAR. Whither so far a-foot walk you in Sherwood?
COU. I came from Rotherham; and by hither Farnsfield
My horse did tire, and I walk'd home a-foot.