ROB. H. My horn once winded, I'll unbind my belt, Whereat the swords and bucklers are fast-tied. [To SCARLET and SCATHLOCK.
SCATH. Thanks to your honour. [Aside.] Father, we confess,
And were our arms unbound, we would upheave
Our sinful hands with sorrowing hearts to heaven.
ROB. H. I will unbind you, with the sheriff's leave.
WAR. Do: help him, Ralph: go to them, Master Friar.
ROB. H. And as ye blew your horns at my son's death,
So will I sound your knell with my best breath:
[Sounds his horn.
And here's a blade, that hangeth at my belt,
Shall make ye feel in death what my son felt.
Enter LITTLE JOHN and MUCH.[188] Fight: the FRIAR, making as if he helped the SHERIFF, knocks down his men, crying, Keep the king's peace!
RAL. O, they must be hanged, father.
ROB. H. Thy master and thyself supply their rooms.
Warman, approach me not! tempt not my wrath,
For if thou do, thou diest remediless.
WAR. It is the outlaw'd Earl of Huntington!
Down with him, Friar! O, thou dost mistake![189]
Fly, Ralph, we die else! let us raise the shire.
[SHERIFF runs away, and his men.