ALL. All these we vow to keep as we are men.
ROB. H. Then wend ye to the greenwood merrily,
And let the light roes bootless from ye run.
Marian and I, as sovereigns of your toils,
Will wait within our bower your bent bows' spoils.
MUCH. I will among them, master.
[Exeunt winding their horns.
ROB. H. Marian, thou seest, though courtly pleasures want,
Yet country sport in Sherwood is not scant:
For the soul-ravishing, delicious sound
Of instrumental music we have found
The winged quiristers with divers notes
Sent from their quaint recording[201] pretty throats,
On every branch that compasseth our bow'r,
Without command contenting us each hour.
For arras hangings and rich tapestry
We have sweet nature's best embroidery.
For thy steel glass, wherein thou wont'st to look,
Thy crystal eyes gaze in a crystal brook.
At court a flower or two did deck thy head,
Now with whole garlands is it circled.
For what in wealth we want, we have in flowers,
And what we lose in halls, we find in bowers.
MAR. Marian hath all, sweet Robert, having thee,
And guesses thee as rich in having me.
ROB. H. I am indeed;
For, having thee, what comfort can I need?
MAR. Go in, go in.
To part such true love, Robin, it were sin.
[Exeunt.
Enter PRIOR, SIR DONCASTER, FRIAR TUCK.