WAR. As Judas did, so I intend to do,
For I have done already as he did:
His master he betray'd, so I have mine.
Fair mistress, look not on me with your blessed eyne:
From them, as from some excellence divine,
Sparkles sharp judgment, and commands with speed.
Fair, fare you well: foul fortune is my fate;
As all betrayers, I die desperate.
FITZ. Soft, ho! Go, Marian, call in Robin Hood:
'Tis Warman, woman, that was once his steward.
MAR. Alas! although it be, yet save his life!
I will send help unto you presently. [Exit.
FITZ. Nay, Warman, stay; thou shalt have thy will.
WAR. Art thou a blind man, and canst see my shame?
To hinder treachers God restoreth sight,
And giveth infants tongues to cry aloud
A woful woe against the treacherous.
Enter MUCH, running.
MUCH. Hold, hold, hold! I hear say my fellow Warman is about to hang himself, and make I some speed to save him a labour. O good master, Justice Shrieve, have you execution in hand, and is there such a murrain among thieves and hangmen, that you play two parts in one? For old acquaintance, I will play one part. The knot under the ear, the knitting to the tree: Good Master Warman, leave that work for me.
WAR. Despatch me, Much, and I will pray for thee.
MUCH. Nay, keep your prayers, nobody sees us. [He takes the rope, and offers to climb.
FITZ. Down, sirrah, down! whither, a knave's name, climb you?