SHER. We shall have much ado, I am afraid.
PRIOR. No, they are very merry at a feast;
A feast where Marian, daughter to Lord Lacy,
Is troth-plighted to wasteful Huntington;
And at the feast are my especial friends,
Whom he suspects not. Come, we'll have him, man,
And for your pains here is a hundred marks.
SHER. I thank your lordship: we'll be diligent.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter ROBIN HOOD, LITTLE JOHN following him;
the one Earl of Huntington, the other his servant,
ROBIN having his napkin on his shoulder, as if he
were suddenly raised from dinner.
ROB. H. As I am outlaw'd from my fame and state,
Be this day outlawed from the name of days.
Day luckless, outlaw luckless, both accurs'd!
[Flings away his napkin and hat, and sitteth down.
LIT. JOHN. Do not forget your honourable state,
Nor the true noblesse of your worthy house.
ROB. H. Do not persuade me; vain as vanity
Are all thy comforts: I am comfortless.
LIT. JOHN. Hear me, my lord.