[_He rises to his feet and, drowning the distant organ-music, he blows a resounding forest-call. It is answered by several in the forest. He falls on his knees by MARIAN and takes her in his arms._] O Marian, Marian, who hath used thee so? MARIAN Robin, it is my death-wound. Ah, come close. ROBIN Marian, Marian, what have they done to thee? [_The OUTLAWS are heard thundering at the gates with cries._] OUTLAWS Robin! Robin! Robin! Break down the doors. [_The terrified nuns stream past the window, out of the chapel. The OUTLAWS rush into the room. The scene still darkens._] SCARLET Robin and Marian! LITTLE JOHN Christ, what devil's hand Hath played the butcher here? Quick, hunt them down, They passed out yonder. Let them not outlive Our murdered king and queen. REYNOLD GREENLEAF O Robin, Robin, Who shot this bitter shaft into her breast? [_Several stoop and kneel by the two lovers._] ROBIN HOOD Speak to me, Marian, speak to me, only speak! Just one small word, one little loving word Like those--do you remember?--you have breathed So many a time and often, against my cheek, Under the boughs of Sherwood, in the dark At night, with nothing but the boughs and stars Between us and the dear God up in heaven! O God, why does a man's heart take so long To break? It would break sooner if you spoke A word to me, a word, one small kind word. MARIAN Sweetheart! ROBIN Sweetheart! You have broken it, broken it! Oh, kind, Kind heart of Marian! MARIAN Robin, come soon! [_Dies._] ROBIN Soon, sweetheart! Oh, her sweet brave soul is gone! Marian, I follow quickly! SCARLET God, Kirklee Shall burn for this! LITTLE JOHN Kirklee shall burn for this! O master, master, you shall be avenged! ROBIN No; let me stand upright! Your hand, good Scarlet! We have lived our lives and God be thanked we go Together thro' this darkness. We shall wake, Please God, together. It is growing darker! I cannot see your faces. Give me my bow Quickly into my hands, for my strength fails And I must shoot one last shaft on the trail Of yonder setting sun, never to reach it! But where this last, last bolt of all my strength, My hope, my love, shall fall, there bury us both, Together, and tread the green turf over us! The bow! [_SCARLET hands him his bow. He stands against the faint glow of the window, draws the bow to full length, shoots and falls back into the arms of LITTLE JOHN._] LITTLE JOHN [_Laying him down._] Weep, England, for thine outlawed lover, Dear Robin Hood, the poor man's friend, is dead.