FRIAR. Friar Tuck will do the best he may.
[Fight.
Enter MARIAN.
MAR. Why, what a noise of swords is here!
Fellows, and fight our bower so near?
SCATH. Mistress, he is no man of yours,
That fights so fast with Friar Tuck;
But, on my word, he is a man
As good for strength as any can.
MAR. Indeed, he's more than common men can be;
In his high heart there dwells the blood of kings.
Go call my Robin, Scathlock: [Aside] 'tis Prince John.
SCATH. Mistress, I will: I pray [thee] part the fray. [Exit.
MAR. I prythee go, I will do what I may.
Friar, I charge thee hold thy hand.
FRIAR. Nay, younker, to your tackling stand.
What, all amort,[241] will you not fight?
JOHN. I yield, unconquer'd by thy might,
But by Matilda's glorious sight.