Sir, I perceive you are a man of wisdom, So let me counsel you. There's not a lad Up yonder, but at four-score yards can shoot A swallow on the wing. They have drunken deep. I cannot answer but their hands might loose Their shafts before they know it. Now shall I give The word? Ready, my lads! [_The FORESTERS make ready to shoot. JOHN hesitates for a moment._] JOHN My Lady Marian, One word, and then I'll take my leave of you! [_She pays no heed._] Farewell, then! I have five-score men at hand! And they shall be but lightning to the hell Of my revenge, Fitzwalter. I will not leave One stone upon another. From this night's work Shall God Himself not save you. [_Exeunt JOHN and his men._] FRIAR TUCK [_As they go out._] My Lord Fitzwalter! I have confessed him! Shall I bid 'em shoot? 'Twill save a world of trouble. FITZWALTER No; or the King Himself will come against me. Follow them out, Drive them out of my gates, then raise the drawbridge And let none cross. Oh, I foresaw, foretold! Robin has wrecked us all! [_Exeunt the FORESTERS and FITZWALTER. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF remains alone with MARIAN._] MARIAN [_She flings herself down on a couch and buries her head in her arms._] O Robin, Robin, I cannot lose you now! SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF [_Sitting at her feet. The lights grow dim._] Ah, well, the prince Promised to break the walls down. Don't you think These villains are a sort of ploughshare, lady, And where they plough, who knows what wheat may spring! The lights are burning low and very low; So, Lady Marian, let me tell my dream. There was a forester that bled to death Because of four grey walls and a black nun Whose face I could not see--but, oh, beware! Though I am but your fool, your Shadow-of-a-Leaf, Dancing before the wild winds of the future, I feel them thrilling through my tattered wits Long ere your wisdom feels them. My poor brain Is like a harp hung in a willow-tree Swept by the winds of fate. I am but a fool, But oh, beware of that black-hooded nun. MARIAN This is no time for jesting, Shadow-of-a-Leaf. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF The lights are burning low. Do you not feel A cold breath on your face? MARIAN Fling back that shutter! Look out and tell me what is happening. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF [_Flinging back the shutter._] Look, Look, gossip, how the moon comes dancing in. Ah, they have driven Prince John across the drawbridge. They are raising it, now!