FRIAR. Master, I will: no longer will I stay.
[Exit FRIAR TUCK, LITTLE JOHN, and SCATHLOCK.
ROB. H. Good uncle, be more careful of your health,
And yours, Sir Doncaster; your wounds are green.
BOTH. Through your great kindness we are comforted.
ROB. H. And, Warman, I advise you to more mirth.
Shun solitary walks, keep company:
Forget your fault; I have forgiv'n the fault,
Good Warman, be more blithe; and at this time
A little help my Marian and her maid.
Much shall come to you straight: a little now
We must all strive to do the best we may.
[Exit winding.[265]
WAR. On you and her I'll wait until my dying day.
[WARMAN is going out; DONCASTER pulls him.
DON. Warman, a word. My good Lord Prior and I
Are full of grief to see thy misery.
WAR. My misery, Sir Doncaster? why, I thank God,
I never was in better state than now.
PRIOR. Why, what a servile slavish mind hast thou!
Art thou a man, and canst be such a beast,
Ass-like to bear the burthen of thy wrongs?