Enter ROBIN, ELY, MARIAN.
WAR. Mock on, mock on: make me your jesting game.
I do deserve much more than this small shame.
ROB. H. Disconsolate and poor dejected man,
Cast from thy neck that shameful sign of death,
And live for me, if thou amend thy life,
As much in favour as thou ever didst.
WAR. O, worse than any death,
When a man wrong'd his wronger pitieth!
ELY. Warman, be comforted, rise and amend:
On my word, Robin Hood will be thy friend.
ROB. H. I will indeed: go in, heart-broken man.
Father Fitzwater, pray lead him in.
Kind Marian, with sweet comforts comfort him,
And my tall yeomen, as you me affect,
Upbraid him not with his forepassed life.
Warman, go in; go in and comfort thee.
WAR. O, God requite your honour's courtesy.
MAR. Scathlock or Scarlet, help us, some of ye.
[Exeunt WARMAN, MARIAN, FITZWATER, SCATHLOCK, SCARLET, MUCH.
Enter FRIAR TUCK in his truss, without his weed.