SAL. But I had three.
JOHN. Scathlock, where's Much?
SCATH. When last I saw him, may it please your grace,
He and the Friar footed it apace.
JOHN. Scathlock, no grace—your fellow and plain John.
LIT. JOHN. I warrant you, Much will be here anon.
JOHN. Think'st thou, Little John, that he must Jenny wed?
LIT. JOHN. No doubt he must.
JOHN. Then to adorn his head,
We shall have horns good store.
KING. God, for thy grace,
How could I miss the stag I had in chase?
Twice did I hit him in the very neck,
When back my arrows flew, as they had smit
On some sure armour. Where is Robin Hood
And the wight[261] Scarlet? Seek them, Little John.
[Exit LITTLE JOHN.
I'll have that stag, before I dine, to-day.
Enter MUCH.