Second Hunter. It may be. I too am old. We are all old beside thy lovely Queen.
Queen. A flatterer. But what is thy stern duty of which thou didst speak?
First Hunter. Our chief hath lost his lady. She did but walk by herself awhile, and hath disappeared. He, her husband, is disconsolate.
Queen. Who is this bereft husband?
First Hunter. The renowned Prince of the woods—no less a person than Robin Hood.
Queen. Ay, we have heard of Robin Hood.
Philosopher. And the lost lady is?
First Hunter. Maid Marian.
Queen. Well, indeed! We sorrow greatly for the Prince. But will not your lord grace our May-day feast with his presence? (To Philosopher.) This is a rare opportunity. We have long wished to see this renowned Robin.
Philosopher. The Queen invites Sir Robin Hood to her feast. Will it please you to find him and bring him hither?