PRIOR. Well, he shall die, and in his jollity:
And in my head I have a policy
To make him die disgrac'd.
DON. O, tell it, Prior!
PRIOR. I will, but not as now;
[Call the FRIAR within.
We'll seek a place: the woods have many ears,
And some, methinks, are calling for the Friar.[263]
Enter LITTLE JOHN and SCATHLOCK, calling the
FRIAR, as before.
LIT. JOHN. The Friar! the Friar!
SCATH. Why, where's this Friar?
Enter FRIAR TUCK.
FRIAR. Here, sir: what is your desire?
Enter ROBIN HOOD and WARMAN.[264]
ROB. H. Why, Friar, what a murrain dost thou mean?
The king calls for thee; for a mighty stag
(That hath a copper-ring about his neck
With letters on it, which he would have read)
Hath Scarlet kill'd. I pray thee, go thy way.