[All the Yeomen, FRIAR, MUCH, JENNY cry.
ALL. Amen, amen! accursed may he be
For murdering Robin, flower of courtesy.
[ROBIN sits up.
ROB. H. O, ring not such a peal for Robin's death!
Let sweet forgiveness be my passing bell.
Art thou there, Marian? then fly forth, my breath:
To die within thy arms contents me well.
PRIOR. Keep in, keep in a little while thy soul,
Till I have pour'd my soul forth at thy feet.
ROB. H. I slept not, uncle; I your grief did hear,
Let him forgive thy soul that bought it dear:
Your body's deed I in my death forgive,
And humbly beg the king that you may live.
Stand to your clergy, uncle;[286] save your life,
And lead a better life than you have done.
PRIOR. O, gentle nephew! O, my brother's son,
Thou dying glory of old Huntington!
Wishest thou life to such a murderous foe?
I will not live, since thou must life forego.
O, happy Warman! blessed in thy end;
Now too-too late thy truth I do commend.
O, nephew, nephew! Doncaster and I
Murder'd poor Warman, for he did deny
To join with us in this black tragedy.
ROB. H. Alas, poor Warman! Friar, Little John,
I told ye both where Warman's body lay,
And of his burial I'll dispose anon.
KING. Is there no law, Lord Ely, to convict
This Prior, that confesses murders thus?
ELY. He is a hallow'd man, and must be tried
And punish'd by the censure of the church.