Wait till my son
Comes back. He's a rare hunter is my boy.
You need not fret, poor little one. My son
Is much too quick and clever for the Sheriff.
He'll bring you something good. Why, ha! ha! ha!
Friends, I've a thought--the Sheriff's lit the fire
Ready for us to roast our meat. Come, come,
Let us be merry while we may! My boy
Will soon come back with food for the old folks.
The fire burns brightly, eh?
SECOND OLD MAN
The fire that feeds
On hope and eats our hearts away. They've burnt
Everything, everything!
THE BLIND MAN
Ah, princes are princes!
But when the King comes home from the Crusade,
We shall have better times.
FIRST OLD MAN
Ay, when the King
Comes home from the Crusade.
CHILD
Mother, I'm hungry.
SECOND WOMAN
Oh, but if I could only find a crust
Left by the dogs. Masters, the child will starve.
We must have food.
THE BLIND MAN
I tell you when my boy
Comes back, we shall have plenty!
FIRST WOMAN
God pity thee!
THE BLIND MAN
What dost thou mean?
SECOND WOMAN
Masters, the child will starve.
FIRST OLD MAN
Hist, who comes here--a forester?
THE BLIND MAN
We'd best
Slip back into the dark.
FIRST WOMAN
[_Excitedly._]
No, stay! All's well.
There's Shadow-of-a-Leaf, good Lady Marian's fool
Beside him!
THE BLIND MAN
Ah, they say there's fairy blood
In Shadow-of-a-Leaf. But I've no hopes of more
From him, than wild bees' honey-bags.
[_Enter LITTLE JOHN, a giant figure, leading a donkey, laden
with a sack. On the other side, SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF
trips, a slender figure in green trunk-hose and doublet.
He is tickling the donkey's ears with a long fern._]
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF
Gee! Whoa!
Neddy, my boy, have you forgot the Weaver,
And how Titania tickled your long ears?
Ha! ha! Don't ferns remind you?
LITTLE JOHN
Friends, my master
Hath sent me to you, fearing ye might hunger.
FIRST OLD MAN
Thy master?
LITTLE JOHN
Robin Hood.
SECOND WOMAN
[_Falling on her knees._]
God bless his name.
God bless the kindly name of Robin Hood.
LITTLE JOHN
[_Giving them food._]
'Tis well nigh all that's left him; and to-night
He goes to his betrothal feast.
[_All the outcasts except the first old man exeunt._]
SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF
[_Pointing to the donkey._]
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