MAR. Robin, I think it is my aged father. [Aside.
ROB. H. Tell me, old man, tell me in courtesy,
Are you no other than you seem to be?
FITZ. I am a wretched aged man, you see,
If you will do me aught for charity:
Further than this, sweet, do not question me.
ROB. H. You shall have your desire. But what be these?
Enter FRIAR TUCK and JENNY_, like pedlars, singing.
What lack ye? what lack ye?
What is it you will buy?
Any points, pins or laces,
Any laces, points or pins?
Fine gloves, fine glasses,
Any busks or masks?
Or any other pretty things?
Come, cheap for love, or buy for money.
Any coney, coney-skins?
For laces, points or pins?
Fair maids, come choose or buy.
I have pretty poking-sticks,[207]
And many other tricks,
Come, choose for love, or buy for money_.
ROB. H. Pedlar, I prythee set thy pack down here:
Marian shall buy, if thou be not too dear.
TUCK. Jenny, unto thy mistress show thy pack.
Master, for you I have a pretty knack,
From far I brought, please you see to the same.
[Exeunt ROBIN HOOD, MARIAN, and FITZWATER.
Enter SIR DONCASTER and others, weaponed.[208]