SCATH. I hear them halloo far off in the wood. KING. Come, Much, can'st lead us where as Scarlet is? MUCH. Never fear you: follow me. [_Exeunt hallooing_. SCENE II. _Enter_ SIR DONCASTER, PRIOR. DON. You were resolv'd to have him poisoned, Or kill'd, or made away, you car'd not how: What devil makes you doubtful now to do't? PRIOR. Why, Doncaster, his kindness in our needs. DON. A plague upon his kindness! let him die. I never temper'd poison in my life, But I employ'd it. By th'mass, and I lose this, For ever look to lose my company. PRIOR. But will you give it him? DON. That cannot be. The queen, Earl Chester, and Earl Salisbury, If they once see me, I am a dead man: Or did they hear my name, I'll lay my life, They all would hunt me for my life. PRIOR. What hast thou done to them? DON. Faith, some odd toys, That made me fly the south: but pass we them. Here is the poison; will you give it Robin? PRIOR. Now, by this gold, I will. DON. Or, as I said, For ever I'll defy your company. PRIOR. Well, he shall die, and in his jollity: And in my head I have a policy To make him die disgrac'd. DON. O, tell it, Prior! PRIOR. I will, but not as now; [_Call the_ FRIAR _within_. We'll seek a place: the woods have many ears, And some, methinks, are calling for the Friar.[263] _Enter_ LITTLE JOHN _and_ SCATHLOCK, _calling the_ FRIAR, _as before_. LIT. JOHN. The Friar! the Friar! SCATH. Why, where's this Friar? _Enter_ FRIAR TUCK. FRIAR. Here, sir: what is your desire? _Enter_ ROBIN HOOD _and_ WARMAN.[264] ROB. H. Why, Friar, what a murrain dost thou mean? The king calls for thee; for a mighty stag (That hath a copper-ring about his neck With letters on it, which he would have read) Hath Scarlet kill'd. I pray thee, go thy way. FRIAR. Master, I will: no longer will I stay. [_Exit_ FRIAR TUCK, LITTLE JOHN, _and_ SCATHLOCK. ROB. H. Good uncle, be more careful of your health, And yours, Sir Doncaster; your wounds are green. BOTH. Through your great kindness we are comforted. ROB. H. And, Warman, I advise you to more mirth. Shun solitary walks, keep company: Forget your fault; I have forgiv'n the fault, Good Warman, be more blithe; and at this time A little help my Marian and her maid. Much shall come to you straight: a little now We must all strive to do the best we may. [_Exit winding_.[265] WAR. On you and her I'll wait until my dying day. [WARMAN _is going out_; DONCASTER _pulls him_. DON. Warman, a word. My good Lord Prior and I Are full of grief to see thy misery. WAR. My misery, Sir Doncaster? why, I thank God, I never was in better state than now. PRIOR. Why, what a servile slavish mind hast thou! Art thou a man, and canst be such a beast, Ass-like to bear the burthen of thy wrongs? WAR. What wrong have I? is't wrong to be reliev'd?