TUCK. Give me, my lord, your execution. The widow Scarlet's daughter, lovely Jenny, Loves, and is belov'd of Much, the miller's son. If I can get the girl to go with me, Disguis'd in habit like a pedlar's mort,[203] I'll serve this execution, on my life, And single out a time alone to take Robin, that often careless walks alone. Why, answer not; remember what I said: Yonder, I see, comes Jenny, that fair maid. If we agree, then back me soon with aid. _Enter_ JENNY _with a fardel_. PRIOR. Tuck, if thou do it-- DON. Pray, you do not talk: As we were strangers let us careless walk. JEN. Now to the green wood wend I, God me speed. TUCK. Amen, fair maid, and send thee, in thy need, Much, that is born to do thee much good deed. JEN. Are you there, Friar? nay then, i'faith, we have it. TUCK. What, wench? my love? JEN. Ay, gi't me when I crave it. TUCK. Unask'd I offer; prythee, sweet girl, take it. JEN. Gifts stink with proffer: foh! Friar, I forsake it. TUCK. I will be kind. JEN. Will not your kindness kill her? TUCK. With love? JEN. You cog. TUCK. Tut, girl, I am no miller: Hear in your ear. DON. The Friar courts her. [_Standing behind_. PRIOR. Tush, let them alone; He is our Lady's Chaplain, but serves Joan. DON. Then, from the Friar's fault, perchance, it may be The proverb grew, Joan's taken for my lady. PRIOR. Peace, good Sir Doncaster, list to the end. JEN. But mean ye faith and troth? shall I go wi' ye? TUCK. Upon my faith, I do intend good faith. JEN. And shall I have the pins and laces too, If I bear a pedlar's pack with you? TUCK. As I am holy Friar, Jenny, thou shalt. JEN. Well, there's my hand; see, Friar, you do not halt. TUCK. Go but before into the miry mead, And keep the path that doth to Farnsfield lead; I'll into Southwell and buy all the knacks, That shall fit both of us for pedlar's packs. JEN. Who be they two that yonder walk, I pray? TUCK. Jenny, I know not: be they what they may, Scare not for them; prythee, do not stay, But make some speed, that we were gone away. JEN. Well, Friar, I trust you that we go to Sherwood. TUCK. Ay, by my beads, and unto Robin Hood. JEN. Make speed, good Friar. TUCK. Jenny, do not fear. [_Exit_ JENNY. Lord Prior, now you hear, As much as I. Get me two pedlar's packs, Points, laces, looking-glasses, pins and knacks; And let Sir Doncaster with some wight lads Follow us close; and, ere these forty hours, Upon my life Earl Robert shall be ours. PRIOR. Thou shalt have anything, my dearest Friar; And in amends I'll make thee my sub-prior. Come, good Sir Doncaster, and if we thrive, We'll frolic with the nuns of Leeds, belive.[204] [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ FITZWATER, _like an old man_.