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THE WORKS

OF

ALFRED LORD TENNYSON












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THE WORKS OF


ALFRED


LORD TENNYSON

POET LAUREATE






VOL. X









MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND LONDON
1893


All riigts reserved











72

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COPYRIGHT, 1893,
By MACMILLAN AND CO.


Set up and electrotyped May, 1893. Reprinted September, 1893.


















Noarbtoon prros :
J. S. Cushing & Co.-Berwick & Smith.
Boston, Mass., U.S.A.























CONTENTS OF VOL. X.


PAGE
THE FORESTERS I

BALIN AND BALAN 157

THE DEATH OF NONEN, AKBAR'S DREAM, AND OTHER

POEMS-

JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER : 185

To THE MASTER OF BALLIOL 187

THE DEATH OF (ENONE 189

ST. TELEMACHUS 199

AKBAR'S DREAM 207

THE BANDIT'S DEATH 231

THE CHURCH-WARDEN AND THE CURATE 239

CHARITY 251

KAPIOLANI 261

THE DAWN 265

THE MAKING OF MAN 269

THE DREAMER 271

MECHANOPHILUS 274

RIFLEMEN FORM! 277









vi CONTENTS.

PAGE
THE DEATH OF CENONE, AKBAR'S DREAM, AND OTHER
POEMS, continued-

THE TOURNEY 280

THE BEE AND THE FLOWER 282

THE WANDERER 284

POETS AND CRITICS 286

A VOICE SPAKE OUT OF THE SKIES 288

DOUBT AND PRAYER 289

FAITH 291

THE SILENT VOICES 293

GOD AND THE UNIVERSE. 294

THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF CLARENCE AND AVON-

DALE 296

CROSSING THE BAR 298

COMPLETE INDEXES, FIRST LINES 299



















THE FORESTERS






















ACT I


SCENE I

THE BOND


SCENES II, III

THE OUTLAWRY




















DRAMA TIS PERSONAE.


ROBIN HOOD, Earl of Hluntingdon.
KING RICHARD, Cteur de Lion.
PRINCE JOHN.
LITTLE JOHN,
WILL SCARLET, Followers of Robin Hood.
FRIAR TUCK,
MUCH,
A JUSTICIARY.
SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM.
ABBOT OF ST. MARY'S.
SIR RICHARD LEA.
WALTER LEA, son of Sir Richard Lea.
MAID MARIAN, daughter of Sir lichard Lea.
KATE, attendant on Marian.
OLD WOMAN.

Retainers, Messengers, Aferry Afen, Mercenaries, Friars,
Beggars, Sailors, Peasants (men and women), &-c.
















THE FORESTERS



ACT I

SCENE I.-The garden before SIR RICHARD
LEA'S castle.

KATE (gathering flowers).
These roses for my Lady Marian; these lilies to
lighten Sir Richard's black room, where he sits and
eats his heart for want of money to pay the Abbot.
[Sings.
The warrior Earl of Allendale,
-He loved the Lady Anne;
The lady loved the master well,
The maid she loved the man.

All in the castle garden,
Or ever the day began,
The lady gave a rose to the Earl,
The maid a rose to the man.
B







THE FORESTERS


'I go to fight in Scotland
With many a savage clan;'
The lady gave her hand to the Earl,
The maid her hand to the man.

Farewell, farewell, my warrior Earl!'
And ever a tear down ran.
She gave a weeping kiss to the Earl,
And the maid a kiss to the man.

Enter four ragged RETAINERS.

FIRST RETAINER.
You do well, Mistress Kate, to sing and to gather
roses. You be fed with tit-bits, you, and we be dogs
that have only the bones, till we be only bones our
own selves.
SECOND RETAINER.
I am fed with tit-bits no more than you are, but
I keep a good heart and make the most of it, and,
truth to say, Sir Richard and my Lady Marian fare
wellnigh as sparely as their people.

THIRD RETAINER.
And look at our suits, out at knee, out at elbow.
We be more like scarecrows in a field than decent
serving men; and then, I pray you. look at Robin
Earl of Huntingdon's men.


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


FIRST RETAINER.
She hath looked well at one of 'em, Little John.

THIRD RETAINER.
Ay, how fine they be in their liveries, and each of
'em as full of meat as an egg, and as sleek and as
round-about as a mellow codlin.

FOURTH RETAINER.
But I be worse off than any of you, for I be lean
by nature, and if you cram me crop-full I be little
better than Famine in the picture, but if you starve
me I be Gaffer Death himself. I would like to show
you, Mistress Kate, how bare and spare I be on the
rib : I be lanker than an old horse turned out to die
on the common.
KATE.
Spare me thy spare ribs, I pray thee; but now I
ask you all, did none of you love young Walter Lea ?

FIRST RETAINER.
Ay, if he had not gone to fight the king's battles,
we should have better battels at home.

KATE.
Right as an Oxford scholar, but the boy was taken
prisoner by the Moors.


SCENE I








4 1lE rUESTR1_S Al ACT I

FIRST RETAINER.
Ay.

KATE.

And Sir Richard was told he might be ransomed
for two thousand marks in gold.

FIRST RETAINER.
Ay.
KATE.

Then he borrowed the monies from the Abbot of
York, the Sheriffs brother. And if they be not paid
back at the end of the year, the land goes to the
Abbot.
FIRST RETAINER.
No news of young Walter?

KATE.

None, nor of the gold, nor the man who took out
the gold : but now ye know why we live so stintedly,
and why ye have so few grains to peck at. Sir
Richard must scrape and scrape till he get to the land
again. Come, come, why do ye loiter here? Carry
fresh rushes into the dining-hall, for those that are there
they be so greasy and smell so vilely that my Lady
Marian holds her nose when she steps across it.








THE FORESTERS


FOURTH RETAINER.
Why there, now! that very word 'greasy' hath a
kind of unction in it, a smack of relish about it. The
rats have gnawed 'em already. I pray Heaven we
may not have to take to the rushes. [Exeunt.


KATE.
Poor fellows !

The lady gave her hand to the Earl,
The maid her hand to the man.


Enter LITTLE JOHN.


LITTLE JOHN.
My master, Robin the Earl, is always a-telling us
that every man, for the sake of the great blessed
Mother in heaven, and for the love of his own little
mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently,
and hold them in all honour, and speak small to 'em,
and not scare 'em, but go about to come at their
love with all manner of homages, and observances,
and circumbendibuses.

KATE.
The lady gave a rose to the Earl,
The maid a rose to the man.


SCENE I








THE FORESTERS


LITTLE JOHN (seeing her).
0 the sacred little thing What a shape what
lovely arms A rose to the man Ay, the man had
given her a rose and she gave him another.

KATE.
Shall I keep one little rose for Little John ? No.

LITTLE JOHN.
There, there You see I was right. She hath a
tenderness toward me, but is too shy to show it. It
is in her, in the woman, and the man must bring it
out of her.
KATE.
She gave a weeping kiss to the Earl,
The maid a kiss to the man.

LITTLE JOHN.
Did she ? But there I am sure the ballad is at fault.
It should have told us how the man first kissed the
maid. She doesn't see me. Shall I be bold? shall I
touch her? shall I give her the first kiss? 0 sweet
Kate, my first love, the first kiss, the first kiss !

KATE (turns and kisses him).
Why lookest thou so amazed ?


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


LITTLE JOHN.
I cannot tell; but I came to give thee the first
kiss, and thou hast given it me.


KATE.
But if a man and a maid care for one another,
does it matter so much if the maid give the first
kiss?
LITTLE JOHN.
I cannot tell, but I had sooner have given thee
the first kiss. I was dreaming of it all the way
hither.
KATE.
Dream of it, then, all the way back, for now I will
have none of it.
LITTLE JOHN.
Nay, now thou hast given me the man's kiss, let
me give thee the maid's.

KATE.
If thou draw one inch nearer, I will give thee a
buffet on the face.

LITTLE JOHN.
Wilt thou not give me rather the little rose for
Little John ?


SCENE I







THE FORESTERS


KATE (throws it down and tramples on it).
There [KATE seeing MARIAN exit hurriedly.

Enter MARIAN (singing).

Love flew in at the window,
As Wealth walk'd in at the door.
'You have come for you saw Wealth coming,' said I
But he flutter'd his wings with a sweet little cry,
I'll cleave to you rich or poor.

Wealth dropt out of the window,
Poverty crept thro' the door.
'Well now you would fain follow Wealth,' said I,
But he flutter'd his wings as he gave me the lie,
I cling to you all the more.

LITTLE JOHN.

Thanks, my lady-inasmuch as I am a true believer
in true love myself, and your Ladyship hath sung the
old proverb out of fashion.

MARIAN.

Ay but thou hast ruffled my woman, Little John.
She hath the fire in her face and the dew in her eyes.
I believed thee to be too solemn and formal to be a
ruffler. Out upon thee !


ACT I








THE FORESTERS


LITTLE JOHN.

I am no ruffler, my lady; but I pray you, my lady,
if a man and a maid love one another, may the maid
give the first kiss ?

MARIAN.
It will be all the more gracious of her if she do.


LITTLE JOHN.
I cannot tell. Manners be so corrupt, and these
are the days of Prince John. [Exit.


Enter SIR RICHARD LEA (reading a bond).

SIR RICHARD.
Marian !

MARIAN.
Father !

SIR RICHARD.
Who parted from thee even now?

MARIAN.

That strange starched stiff creature, Little John, the
Earl's man. He would grapple with a lion like the
King, and is flustered by a girl's kiss.


SCENE I








THIE FORESTERS


SIR RICHARD.

There never was an Earl so true a friend of the
people as Lord Robin of Huntingdon.

MARIAN.

A gallant Earl. I love him as I hate John.


SIR RICHARD.

I fear me he hath wasted his revenues in the service
of our good king Richard against the party of John,
as I have done, as I have done : and where is Richard ?


MARIAN.

Cleave to him, father he will come home at last.


SIR RICHARD.

I trust he will, but if he do not I and thou are but
beggars.

MARIAN.

We will be beggar'd then and be true to the King.


SIR RICHARD.

Thou speakest like a fool or a woman. Canst thou
endure to be a beggar whose whole life hath been


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


folded like a blossom in the sheath, like a careless
sleeper in the down; who never hast felt a want, to
whom all things, up to this present, have come as freely
as heaven's air and mother's milk?

MARIAN.

Tut, father I am none of your delicate Norman
maidens who can only broider and mayhap ride
a-hawking with the help of the men. I can bake and
I can brew, and by all the saints I can shoot almost
as closely with the bow as the great Earl himself. I
have played at the foils too with Kate: but is not
to-day his birthday?

SIR RICHARD.

Dost thou love him indeed, that thou keepest a
record of his birthdays? Thou knowest that the
Sheriff of Nottingham loves thee.


MARIAN.

The Sheriff dare to love me? me who worship
Robin the great Earl of Huntingdon? I love him
as a damsel of his day might have loved Harold the
Saxon, or Hereward the Wake. They both fought
against the tyranny of the kings, the Normans. But
then your Sheriff, your little man, if he dare to fight


SCENE I







THIE F'O'ESTERS


at all, would fight for his rents, his leases, his houses,
his monies, his oxen, his dinners, himself. Now your
great man, your Robin, all England's Robin, fights
not for himself but for the people of England. This
John-this Norman tyranny-the stream is bearing
us all down, and our little Sheriff will ever swim with
the stream but our great man, our Robin, against
it. And how often in old histories have the great
men striven against the stream, and how often in the
long sweep of years to come must the great man strive
against it again to save his country, and the liberties
of his people! God bless our well-beloved Robin,
Earl of Huntingdon.

SIR RICHARD.
Ay, ay. He wore thy colours once at a tourney.
I am old and forget. Was Prince John there?

MARIAN.
The Sheriff of Nottingham was there-not John.

SIR RICHARD.
Beware of John and the Sheriff of Nottingham.
They hunt in couples, and when they look at a maid
they blast her.
MARIAN.
Then the maid is not high-hearted enough.


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


SIR RICHARD.

There-there-be not a fool again. Their aim is
ever at that which flies highest-but 0 girl, girl, I am
almost in despair. Those two thousand marks lent
me by the Abbot for the ransom of my son Walter-
I believed this Abbot of the party of King Richard,
and he hath sold himself to that beast John-they
must be paid in a year and a month, or I lose the
land. There is one that should be grateful to me
overseas, a Count in Brittany-he lives near Quimper.
I saved his life once in battle. He has monies. I
will go to him. I saved him. I will try him. I am
all but sure of him. I will go to him.

MARIAN.

And I will follow thee, and God help us both.


SIR RICHARD.

Child, thou shouldst marry one who will pay the
mortgage. This Robin, this Earl of Huntingdon-he
is a friend of Richard-I know not, but he may save
the land, he may save the land.


MARIAN (showing a cross hung round her neck).

Father, you see this cross ?


SCENE I







THE FORESTERS


SIR RICHARD.
Ay the King, thy godfather, gave it thee when a
baby.
MARIAN.
And he said that whenever I married he would give
me away, and on this cross I have sworn [kisses it]
that till I myself pass away, there is no other man that
shall give me away.

SIR RICHARD.
Lo there-thou art fool again-I am all as loyal as
thyself, but what a vow what a vow !

Re-enter LITTLE JOHN.

LITTLE JOHN.
My Lady Marian, your woman so flustered me that
I forgot my message from the Earl. To-day he hath
accomplished his thirtieth birthday, and he prays your
ladyship and your ladyship's father to be present at
his banquet to-night.
MARIAN.
Say, we will come.

LrITLE JOHN.
And I pray you, my lady, to stand between me and
your woman, Kate.


ACT I








TEE FORESTERS


MARIAN.
I will speak with her.

LITTLE JOHN.

I thank you, my lady, and I wish you and your
ladyship's father a most exceedingly good morning.
[Exit.
SIR RICHARD.

Thou hast answered for me, but I know not if I
will let thee go.

MARIAN.
I mean to go.


Not if I barred
in a cage.



Then I would
spider.


SIR RICHARD.

thee up in thy chamber, like a bird


MARIAN.

drop from the casement, like a


SIR RICHARD.

But I would hoist the drawbridge, like thy master


MARIAN.

And I would swim the moat, like an otter.


SCENE I








TIlE FORESTERS


SIR RICHARD.

But I would set my men-at-arms to oppose thee,
like the Lord of the Castle.


MARIAN.

And I would break through them all, like the King
of England.

SIR RICHARD.

Well, thou shalt go, but 0 the land the land I
my great great great grandfather, my great great
grandfather, my great grandfather, my grandfather
and my own father-they were born and bred on it
-it was their mother-they have trodden it for half
a thousand years, and whenever I set my own foot on
it I say to it, Thou art mine, and it answers, I am
thine to the very heart of the earth-but now I have
lost my gold, I have lost my son, and I shall lose my
land also. Down to the devil with this bond that
beggars me [Flings down the bond.


MARIAN.

Take it again, dear father, be not wroth at the
dumb parchment. Sufficient for the day, dear father !
let us be merry to-night at the banquet.


ACT I








THE FORESTERS


SCENE II.-A banqueting-hall in the house of ROBIN
HOOD the Earl of Huntingdon. Doors open into a
banqueting-hall where he is at feast with his friends.


DRINKING SONG.
Long live Richard,
Robin and Richard!
Long live Richard !
Down with John !
Drink to the Lion-heart
Every one !
Pledge the Plantagenet,
Him that is gone.
Who knows whither ?
God's good Angel
Help him back hither,
And down with John !
Long live Robin,
Robin and Richard!
Long live Robin,
And down with John !


Enter PRINCE JOHN disguised as a monk and the
SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM. Cries of 'Down with
John,' 'Long live King Richard,' 'Down with
John.'


SCENE II








THE FORESTERS


PRINCE JOHN.
Down with John! ha. Shall I be known? is my
disguise perfect?

SHERIFF.
Perfect-who should know you for Prince John,
so that you keep the cowl down and speak not?
[Shouts from the banquet-room.

PRINCE JOHN.

Thou and I will still these revelries presently.
[Shouts, Long live King Richard!'

I come here to see this daughter of Sir Richard of
the Lea and if her beauties answer their report. If
so-
SHERIFF.
If so- [Shouts, Down with John !'

PRINCE JOHN.
You hear !

SHERIFF.

Yes, my lord, fear not. I will answer for you.

Enter LInTLE JOHN, SCARLET, MUCH, l&C., from the
banquet singing a snatch of the Drinking Song.


ACT I








THE FORESTERS


LITTLE JOHN.
I am a silent man myself, and all the more wonder
at our Earl. What a wealth of words-O Lord, I
will live and die for King Richard-not so much for
the cause as for the Earl. 0 Lord, I am easily led
by words, but I think the Earl hath right. Scarlet,
hath not the Earl right? What makes thee so down
in the mouth?

SCARLET.
I doubt not, I doubt not, and though I be down
in the mouth, I will swear by the head of the Earl.


LITTLE JOHN.
Thou Much, miller's son, hath not the Earl right?

MUCH.
More water goes by the mill than the miller wots of,
and more goes to make right than I know of, but for
all that I will swear the Earl hath right. But they are
coming hither for the dance-


Enter FRIAR TUCK.

be they not, Friar Tuck? Thou art the Earl's con-
fessor and shouldst know.


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


TUCK.

Ay, ay, and but that I am a man of weight, and the
weight of the church to boot on my shoulders, I would
dance too. Fa, la, la, fa, Ia, la. [Capering.


MUCH.
But doth not the weight of the flesh at odd times
overbalance the weight of the church, ha friar?


TUCK.

Homo sum. I love my dinner-but I can fast, I
can fast; and as to other frailties of the flesh-out
upon thee Homo sum, sed virgo sum, I am a virgin,
my masters, I am a virgin.


MUCH.

And a virgin, my masters, three yards about the
waist is like to remain a virgin, for who could embrace
such an armful of joy?

TUCK.

Knave, there is a lot of wild fellows in Sherwood
Forest who hold by King Richard. If ever I meet
thee there, I will break thy sconce with my quarter-
staff.


ACT I







THlE FORESTERS


Enter from the banqueting-hall SIR RICHARD LEA,
ROBIN HOOD, &C.

ROBIN.
My guests and friends, Sir Richard, all of you
Who deign to honour this my thirtieth year,
And some of you were prophets that I might be,
Now that the sun our King is gone, the light
Of these dark hours ; but this new moon, I fear,
Is darkness. Nay, this may be the last time
When I shall hold my birthday in this hall:
I may be outlaw'd, I have heard a rumour.


ALL.
God forbid !

ROBIN.
Nay, but we have no news of Richard yet,
And ye did wrong in crying Down with John ,'
For be he dead, then John may be our King.


ALL.
God forbid !

ROBIN.
Ay God forbid,
But if it be so we must bear with John.


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


The man is able enough-no lack of wit,
And apt at arms and shrewd in policy.
Courteous enough too when he wills; and yet
I hate him for his want of chivalry.
He that can pluck the flower of maidenhood
From off the stalk and trample it in the mire,
And boast that he hath trampled it. I hate him,
I hate the man. I may not hate the King
For aught I know,
So that our Barons bring his baseness under.
I think they will be mightier than the king.
[Dance music.


(MARIAN enters with other damsels.)


ROBIN.

The high Heaven guard thee from his wantonness
Who art the fairest flower of maidenhood
That ever blossom'd on this English isle.


MARIAN.

Cloud not thy birthday with one fear for me.
My lord, myself and my good father pray
Thy thirtieth summer may be thirty-fold
As happy as any of those that went before.


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.

My Lady Marian you can make it so
If you will deign to tread a measure with me.

MARIAN.

Full willingly, my lord.
[They dance.

ROBIN (after dance).

My Lady, will you answer me a question?


MARIAN.
Any that you may ask.


ROBIN.

A question that every true man asks of a woman
once in his life.

MARIAN.

I will not answer it, my lord, till King Richard
come home again.


PRINCE JOHN (to SHERIFF).

How she looks up at him, how she holds her face !
Now if she kiss him, I will have his head.


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


SHERIFF.

Peace, my lord; the Earl and Sir Richard come
this way.
ROBIN.
Must you have these monies before the year and
the month end?

SIR RICHARD.

Or I forfeit my land to the Abbot. I must pass
overseas to one that I trust will help me.

ROBIN.
Leaving your fair Marian alone here.


SIR RICHARD.

Ay, for she hath somewhat of the lioness in her,
and there be men-at-arms to guard her.
[ROBIN, SIR RICHARD, and MARIAN pass on.

PRINCE JOHN (to SHERIFF).

Why that will be our opportunity
When I and thou will rob the nest of her.


SHERIFF.

Good Prince, art thou in need of any gold?


ACT I







THE FORESTLRS


PRINCE JOHN.
Gold? why? not now.

SHERIFF.
I would give thee any gold
So that myself alone might rob the nest.

PRINCE JOHN.
Well, well then, thou shalt rob the nest alone.

SHERIFF.
Swear to me by that relic on thy neck.

PRINCE JOHN.
I swear then by this relic on my neck-
No, no, I will not swear by this; I keep it
For holy vows made to the blessed Saints
Not pleasures, women's matters.
Dost thou mistrust me ? Am I not thy friend?
Beware, man, lest thou lose thy faith in me.
I love thee much; and as I am thy friend,
[ promise thee to make this Marian thine.
Go now and ask the maid to dance with thee,
And learn from her if she do love this Earl.

SHERIFF (advancing toward MARIAN and ROBIN).
Pretty mistress !


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.

What art thou, man? Sheriff of Nottingham?


SHERIFF.

Ay, my lord. I and my friend, this monk, were
here belated, and seeing the hospitable lights in your
castle, and knowing the fame of your hospitality, we
ventured in uninvited.

ROBIN.

You are welcome, though I fear you be of those
who hold more by John than Richard.


SHERIFF.

True, for through John I had my sheriffship. I am
John's till Richard come back again, and then I am
Richard's. Pretty mistress, will you dance ?
[They dance.


ROBIN (talking to PRINCE JOHN).

What monk of what convent art thou? Why wearest
thou thy cowl to hide thy face ?
[PRINCE JOHN shakes his head.
Is he deaf, or dumb, or daft, or drunk belike ?
[PRINCE JOHN shakes his head.


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


Why comest thou like a death's head at my feast?
[PRINCE JOHN poi/t/s to the SHERIFF,
w1ho is d dancing with MARIAN.
Is he thy mouthpiece, thine interpreter?
[PRINCE JOHN nods.

SHERIFF (to MARIAN as they pass).
Beware of John!

MARIAN.
I hate him.

SHERIFF.
Would you cast
An eye of favour on me, I would pay
My brother all his debt and save the land.

MARIAN.
I cannot answer thee till Richard come.

SHERIFF.
And when he comes ?

MARIAN.
Well, you must wait till then.

LITTLE JOHN (dancing with KATE).
Is it made up ? Will you kiss me ?


SCENE II







THIE FORESTERS


KATE.

You shall give me the first kiss.

LITTLE JOHN.
There (kisses her). Now thine.

KATE.
You shall wait for mine till Sir Richard has paid the
Abbot. [They pass on.

[The SHERIFF leaves MARIAN with her father
and comes toward ROBIN.

ROBIN (to SHERIFF, PRINCE JOHN standing by).
Sheriff, thy friend, this monk, is but a statue.

SHERIFF.
Pardon him, my lord : he is a holy Palmer, bounden
by a vow not to show his face, nor to speak word to
anyone, till he join King Richard in the Holy Land.

ROBIN.
Going to the Holy Land to Richard! Give me
thy hand and tell him- Why, what a cold grasp
is thine-as if thou didst repent thy courtesy even in
the doing it. That is no true man's hand. I hate
hidden faces.


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


SHERIFF.
Pardon him again, I pray you; but the twilight of
the coming day already glimmers in the east. We
thank you, and farewell.

ROBIN.
Farewell, farewell. I hate hidden faces.
[Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and SHERIFF.

SIR RICHARD (coming forward with MAID MARIAN).
How close the Sheriff peer'd into thine eyes !
What did he say to thee?

MARIAN.
Bade me beware
Of John: what maid but would beware of John?

SIR RICHARD.
What else ?
MARIAN.
I care not what he said.

SIR RICHARD.
What else ?
MARIAN.
That if I cast an eye of favour on him,
Himself would pay this mortgage to his brother,
And save the land.


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


SIR RICHARD.
Did he say so, the Sheriff ?

ROBIN.
I fear this Abbot is a heart of flint,
Hard as the stones of his abbey.
O good Sir Richard,
I am sorry my exchequer runs so low
I cannot help you in this exigency;
For though my men and I flash out at times
Of festival like burnish'd summer-flies,
We make but one hour's buzz, are only like
The rainbow of a momentary sun.
I am mortgaged as thyself.

SIR RICHARD.
Ay! I warrant thee-thou canst not be sorrier
than I am. Come away, daughter.

ROBIN.
Farewell, Sir Richard; farewell, sweet Marian.

MARIAN.
Till better times.
ROBIN.
But if the better times should never come ?


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


MARIAN.
Then I shall be no worse.

ROBIN.
And if the worst time come ?

MARIAN.
Why then I will be better than the time.

ROBIN.
This ring my mother gave me : it was her own
Betrothal ring. She pray'd me when I loved
A maid with all my heart to pass it down
A finger of that hand which should be mine
Thereafter. Will you have it ? Will you wear it ?


MARIAN.
Ay, noble Earl, and never part with it.

SIR RICHARD LEA (coming up).
Not till she clean forget thee, noble Earl.


MARIAN.
Forget him-never-by this Holy Cross
Which good King Richard gave me when a child-
Never !


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


Not while the swallow skims along the ground,
And while the lark flies up and touches heaven !
Not while the smoke floats from the cottage roof,
And the white cloud is roll'd along the sky !
Not while the rivulet babbles by the door,
And the great breaker beats upon the beach!
Never-
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into chaos.

SIR RICHARD LEA.
Away away !
[Exeunt to music.


SCENE III.-Same as Scene II.

ROBIN and his men.

ROBIN.
All gone !-my ring-I am happy-should be happy.
She took my ring. I trust she loves me-yet
I heard this Sheriff tell her he would pay
The mortgage if she favour'd him. I fear
Not her, the father's power upon her.
Friends, (to his men)
I am only merry for an hour or two


ACT I







SCiENE III T1 HEl PUAFO S)1TER 33

Upon a birthday : if this life of ours
Be a good glad thing, why should we make us merry
Because a year of it is gone ? but Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come
Whispering it will be happier,' and old faces
Press round us, and warm hands close with warm
hands,
And thro' the blood the wine leaps to the brain
Like April sap to the topmost tree, that shoots
New buds to heaven, whereon the throstle rock'd
Sings a new song to the new year-and you
Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed.


LITTLE JOHN.

What will you have, my lord ?


ROBIN.
To sleep to sleep !'


LITTLE JOHN.

There is a touch of sadness in it, my lord,
But ill befitting such a festal day.


ROBIN.
I have a touch of sadness in myself.
Sing.







THE FORESTERS


SONG.

To sleep to sleep The long bright day is done,
And darkness rises from the fllen sun.
To sleep to sleep !
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day ;
Whatever thy griefs, in sleep they fade away.
To sleep / to sleep !
Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past!
Sleep, happy soul! all life will sleep at last.
To sleep to sleep /
[A trumpet blown at the gates.


ROBIN.

Who breaks the stillness of the morning thus ?


LITTLE JOHN (going out and returning).

It is a royal messenger, my lord :
I trust he brings us news of the King's coming.


Enter a PURSUIVANT who reads.

0 yes, 0 yes, 0 yes In the name of the Regent.
Thou, Robin Hood Earl of Huntingdon art attainted
and hast lost thine earldom of Huntingdon. More-
over thou art dispossessed of all thy lands, goods,
and chattels; and by virtue of this writ, whereas


ACT I







THE FORESTERS


Robin Hood Earl of Huntingdon by force and arms
hath trespassed against the king in divers manners,
therefore by the judgment of the officers of the said
lord king, according to the law and custom of the
kingdom of England Robin Hood Earl of Huntingdon
is outlawed and banished.

ROBIN.

I have shelter'd some that broke the forest laws.
This is irregular and the work of John.
[' Irregular, irregular (tumul/) Down with
him, tear his coat from his back '

MESSENGER.

Ho there ho there, the Sheriff's men without!

ROBIN.
Nay, let them be, man, let them be. We yield.
How should we cope with John? The London
folkmote
Has made him all but king, and he hath seized
On half the royal castles. Let him alone (to his men)
A worthy messenger how should he help it?
Shall we too work injustice ? what, thou shakest!
Here, here-a cup of wine-drink and begone !
[Exit MESSENGER.


SCENE III







THE FORESTERS


We will away in four-and-twenty hours,
But shall we leave our England ?

TUCK.
Robin, Earl-

ROBIN.
Let be the Earl. Henceforth I am no more
Then plain man to plain man.


TUCK.
Well, then, plain man,
There be good fellows there in merry Sherwood
That hold by Richard, tho' they kill his deer.


ROBIN.
In Sherwood Forest. I have heard of them.
Have they no leader?

TUCK.
Each man for his own.
Be thou their leader and they will all of them
Swarm to thy voice like bees to the brass pan.

ROBIN.
They hold by Richard-the wild wood to cast
All threadbare household habit, mix with all


ACT I








SECNE III T iH Ptfi ltc PIT. 37

The lusty life of wood and underwood,
Hawk, buzzard, jay, the mavis and the merle,
The tawny squirrel vaulting thro' the boughs,
The deer, the highback'd polecat, the wild boar,
The burrowing badger-By St. Nicholas
I have a sudden passion for the wild wood-
We should be free as air in the wild wood-
What say you? shall we go ? Your hands, your hands !
[ Gives his hand to each.
You, Scarlet, you are always moody here.

SCARLET.
'Tis for no lack of love to you, my lord,
But lack of happiness in a blatant wife.
She broke my head on Tuesday with a dish.
I would have thwack'd the woman, but I did not,
Because thou sayest such fine things of women,
But I shall have to thwack her if I stay.

ROBIN.
Would it be better for thee in the wood ?

SCARLET.
Ay, so she did not follow me to the wood.

ROBIN.
Then, Scarlet, thou at least wilt go with me.
Thou, Much, the miller's son, I knew thy father:








THIE FORESTERS


He was a manly man, as thou art, Much,
And gray before his time as thou art, Much.


MUCH.
It is the trick of the family, my lord.
There was a song he made to the turning wheel-

ROBIN.
' Turn turn !' but I forget it.

MUCH.
I can sing it.

ROBIN.
Not now, good Much And thou, dear Little John,
Who hast that worship for me which Heaven knows
I ill deserve-you love me, all of you,
But I am outlaw'd, and if caught, I die.
Your hands again. All thanks for all your service;
But if you follow me, you may die with me.


ALL.
We will live and die with thee, we will live and die
with thee.


END OF ACT I.


ACT I





















ACT II

THE FLIGHT OF MARIAN


























ACT II


SCENE I.-A broad forest glade, woodman's hut at one
side with half-door, FORESTERS are looking to their
bows and arrows, or polishing their swords.


FORESTERS sing (as they disperse to their work).

There is no land like England
Where'er the light of day be;
There are no hearts like English hearts
Such hearts of oak as they be.
There is no land like England
Where'er the light of day be;
There are no men like Englishmen
So tall and bold as they be.







THIE FORESTERS


(Full chorus.) And these will strike for England
And man and maid be free
To foil and spoil the tyrant
Beneath the greenwood tree.


There is no land like England
Where'er the light of day be;
There are no wives like English wives
So fair and chaste as they be.
There is no land like England
Where'er the light of day be;
There are no maids like English maids
So beautiful as they be.


(Full chorus.) And these shall wed wit/l freemen,
And all their sons be free,
To sing the songs of England
Beneath the greenwood tree.



ROBIN (alone).

My lonely hour !
The king of day hath stept from off his throne,
Flung by the golden mantle of the cloud,
And sets, a naked fire. The King of England
Perchance this day may sink as gloriously,


ACT II







TIIE FORESTERS


Red with his own and enemy's blood-but no !
We hear he is in prison. It is my birthday.
I have reign'd one year in the wild wood. My mother,
For whose sake, and the blessed Queen of Heaven,
I reverence all women, bad me, dying,
Whene'er this day should come about, to carve
One lone hour from it, so to meditate
Upon my greater nearness to the birthday
Of the after-life, when all the sheeted dead
Are shaken from their stillness in the grave
By the last trumpet.
Am I worse or better?
I am outlaw'd. I am none the worse for that.
I held for Richard, and I hated John.
I am a thief, ay, and a king of thieves.
Ay but we rob the robber, wrong the wronger,
And what we wring from them we give the poor.
I am none the worse for that, and all the better
For this free forest-life, for while I sat
Among my thralls in my baronial hall
The groining hid the heavens; but since I breathed,
A houseless head beneath the sun and stars,
The soul of the woods hath stricken thro' my blood,
The love of freedom, the desire of God,
The hope of larger life hereafter, more
Tenfold than under roof. [Horn blown.
True, were I taken


SCENE I







THE FORESTERS


They would prick out my sight. A price is set
On this poor head ; but I believe there lives
No man who truly loves and truly rules
His following, but can keep his followers true.
I am one with mine. Traitors are rarely bred
Save under traitor kings. Our vice-king John,
True king of vice-true play on words-our John
By his Norman arrogance and dissoluteness,
Hath made me king of all the discontent
Of England up thro' all the forest land
North to the Tyne : being outlaw'd in a land
Where law lies dead, we make ourselves the law.
Why break you thus upon my lonely hour?

En/er LriTLEi JOHN and KATE.

LITrLE JOHN.
I found this white doe wandering thro' the wood,
Not thine, but mine. I have shot her thro' the heart,

KATE.
He lies, my lord. I have shot him thro' the heart.

ROBIN.
My God, thou art the very woman who waits
On my dear Marian. Tell me, tell me of her.
Thou comest a very angel out of heaven.
Where is she ? and how fares she ?


ACT HI







THE FORESTERS


KATE.
0 my good lord,
I am but an angel by reflected light.
Your heaven is vacant of your angel. John-
Shame on him !-
Stole on her, she was walking in the garden,
And after some slight speech about the Sheriff
He caught her round the waist, whereon she struck him,
And fled into the castle. She and Sir Richard
Have past away, I know not where; and I
Was left alone, and knowing as I did
That I had shot him thro' the heart, I came
To eat him up and make an end of him.


LrTTLE JOHN.
In kisses?
KATE.
You, how dare you mention kisses?
But I am weary pacing thro' the wood.
Show me some cave or cabin where I may rest.

ROBIN.
Go with him. I will talk with thee anon.
[Exeunt LITTLE JOHN and KATE.
She struck him, my brave Marian, struck the Prince,
The serpent that had crept into the garden


SCENE I







THE FORESTERS


And coil'd himself about her sacred waist.
I think I should have stricken him to the death.
He never will forgive her.
0 the Sheriff
Would pay this cursed mortgage to his brother
If Marian would marry him ; and the son
Is most like dead-if so the land may come
To Marian, and they rate the land five-fold
The worth of the mortgage, and who marries her
Marries the land. Most honourable Sheriff!
(Passionately) Gone, and it may be gone for evermore !
0 would that I could see her for a moment
Glide like a light across these woodland ways !
Tho' in one moment she should glance away,
I should be happier for it all the year.
0 would she moved beside me like my shadow !
O would she stood before me as my queen,
To make this Sherwood Eden o'er again,
And these rough oaks the palms of Paradise !
Ah! but who be those three yonder with bows?-
not of my band-the Sheriff, and by heaven, Prince
John himself and one of those mercenaries that suck
the blood of England. My people are all scattered I
know not where. Have they come for me? Here
is the witch's hut. The fool-people call her a witch
-a good witch to me I will shelter here.
[Knocks at the door of the hut.


ACT II







THE FORESTERS


OLD WOMAN comes out/.
OLD WOMAN (kisses his hand).
Ah dear Robin! ah noble captain, friend of the
poor !
ROBIN.
I am chased by my foes. I have forgotten my
horn that calls my men together. Disguise me-thy
gown and thy coif.
OLD WOMAN.
Come in, come in; I would give my life for thee,
for when the Sheriff had taken all our goods for
the King without paying, our horse and our little
cart-
ROBIN.
Quick, good mother, quick !

OLD WOMAN.
Ay, ay, gown, coif, and petticoat, and the old
woman's blessing with them to the last fringe.
[They go in.

Enter PRINCE JOHN, SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM,
and MERCENARY.

PRINCE JOHN.
Did we not hear the two would pass this way?
They must have past. Here is a woodman's hut.


SCENE I








T111I FORESTERS


MERCENARY.
Take heed, take heed in Nottingham they say
There bides a foul witch somewhere hereabout.

SHERIFF.
Not in this hut I take it.


PRINCE JOHN.
Why not here ?


I saw a man go in,


SHERIFF.
my lord.

PRINCE JOHN.


Not two?


SHERIFF.


No, my lord, one.


PRINCE JOHN.
Make for the cottage then !


Interior of the hut.

ROBIN disguised as old woman.

PRINCE JOHN (7wi0hou//).
Knock again knock again !


ACT II








THE FORESTERS


ROBIN (to OLD WOMAN).
Get thee into the closet there, and make a
ghostly wail ever and anon to scare 'em.

OLD WOMAN.
I will, I will, good Robin. [Goes into closet.

PRINCE JOHN (without).
Open, open, or I will drive the door from the
doorpost.
ROBIN (opens door).
Come in, come in.

PRINCE JOHN.
Why did ye keep us at the door so long?

ROBIN curtseyingg)).
I was afear'd it was the ghost, your worship.

PRINCE JOHN.
Ghost! did one in white pass?

ROBIN (curtse'ing).
No, your worship.

PRINCE JOHN.
Did two knights pass?


SCENE I








50 H1 ll N Ci-.A i I A21k .


ROBIN curtseyingg).

No, your worship.

SHERIFF.

I fear me we have lost our labour, then.

PRINCE JOHN.

Except this old hag have been bribed to lie.


ROBIN.


CT II


We old hags should be bribed to speak truth, for,
God help us, we lie by nature.


PRINCE JOHN.

There was a man just now that enter'd here?


ROBIN.


There is but


one old woman in the hut.
[OLD WOMAN yells.


ROBIN.

I crave your worship's pardon. There is yet an-
other old woman. She was murdered here a hundred
year ago, and whenever a murder is to be done
again she yells out i' this way-so they say, your
worship.


AI








THOSE FORESTERS


MERCENARY.

Now, if I hadn't a sprig o' wickentree sewn into
my dress, I should run.

PRINCE JOHN.

Tut tut the scream of some wild woodland thing.
How came we to be parted from our men?
We shouted, and they shouted, as I thought,
But shout and echo played into each other
So hollowly we knew not which was which.

ROBIN.

The wood is full of echoes, owls, elfs, ouphes, oafs,
ghosts o' the mist, wills-o'-the-wisp; only they that
be bred in it can find their way a-nights in it.


PRINCE JOHN.
I am footsore and famish'd therewithal.
Is there aught there? [Pointing to cupboard.


ROBIN.

Naught for the likes o' you.

PRINCE JOHN.

Speak straight out, crookback.


SCENE I








THiE FORESTED 'ES


ROBIN.
Sour milk and black bread.


PRINCE JOHN.
Well, set them forth. I could eat anything.
[He sets out a table with black bread.
This is mere marble. Old hag, how should thy
one tooth drill thro' this ?


ROBIN.
Nay, by St. Gemini, I ha' two; and since the
Sheriff left me naught but an empty belly, they can
meet upon anything thro' a millstone. You gentles
that live upo' manchet-bread and marchpane, what
should you know o' the food o' the poor? Look you
here, before you can eat it you must hack it with a
hatchet, break it all to pieces, as you break the poor,
as you would hack at Robin Hood if you could light
upon him (hacks it and flings two pieces). There's for
you, and there's for you-and the old woman's
welcome.

PRINCE JOHN.
The old wretch is mad, and her bread is beyond
me : and the milk-faugh Hast thou anything to
sweeten this?


ACT II








THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
Here's a pot o' wild honey from an old oak, saving
your sweet reverences.

SHERIFF.
Thou hast a cow then, hast thou?

ROBIN.
Ay, for when the Sheriff took my little horse for
the King without paying for it-

SHERIFF.
How hadst thou then the means to buy a cow?

ROBIN.
Eh, I would ha' given my whole body to the King
had he asked for it, like the woman at Acre when the
Turk shot her as she was helping to build the mound
against the city. I ha' served the King living, says
she, and let me serve him dead, says she; let me go
to make the mound : bury me in the mound, says the
woman.
SHERIFF.
Ay, but the cow ?

ROBIN.
She was given me.


SCENE I








TIHE FORESTERS


SHERIFF.
By whom?
ROBIN.
By a thief.
SHERIFF.
Who, woman, who?

ROBIN (sings).
Hle was a forester good;
He was the cock o' the walk;
He was the king o' the wood.

Your worship may find another rhyme if you care
to drag your brains for such a minnow.

SHERIFF.
That cow was mine. I have lost a cow from my
meadow. Robin Hood was it? I thought as much.
He will come to the gibbet at last.
[OLD WOMAN yells.
MERCENARY.

0 sweet sir, talk not of cows. You anger the
spirit.
PRINCE JOHN.
Anger the scritch-owl.

MERCENARY.
But, my lord, the scritch-owl bodes death, my lord.


ACT 11







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
I beseech you all to speak lower. Robin may be
hard by wi' three-score of his men. He often looks
in here by the moonshine. Beware of Robin.
[OLD WOMAN yel/ls.

MERCENARY.
Ah, do you hear? There may be murder done.

SHERIFF.
Have you not finished, my lord ?

ROBIN.
Thou hast crost him in love, and I have heard
him swear he will be even wi' thee.
[OLD WOMAN yells.

MERCENARY.
Now is my heart so down in my heels that if I
stay, I can't run.

SHERIFF.
Shall we not go?

ROBIN.
And, old hag tho' I be, I can spell the hand.
Give me thine. Ay, ay, the line o' life is marked
enow; but look, there is a cross line o' sudden death.


WCENE I







THE FORESTERS


I pray thee go, go, for tho' thou wouldst bar me fro'
the milk o' my cow, I wouldn't have thy blood on
my hearth.

PRINCE JOHN.
Why do you listen, man, to the old fool?

SHERIFF.
I will give thee a silver penny if thou wilt show us
the way back to Nottingham.

ROBIN (with a very low curtsey).
All the sweet saints bless your worship for your
alms to the old woman but make haste then, and be
silent in the wood. Follow me.
[Takes his bow.

(They come out of the hut and close the door carefully.)

Outside hut.


ROBIN.
Softly softly there may be a thief in every bush.

PRINCE JOHN.

How should this old lamester guide us? Where
is thy goodman?


ACT 11







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
The saints were so kind to both on us that he
was dead before he was born.

PRINCE JOHN.
Half-witted and a witch to boot! Mislead us,
and I will have thy life and what doest thou with
that who art more bow-bent than the very bow thou
carries ?
ROBIN.
I keep it to kill nightingales.


PRINCE JOHN.
Nightingales !
ROBIN.

You see, they are so fond o' their own voices that
I cannot sleep o' nights by cause on 'em.

PRINCE JOHN.
True soul of the Saxon churl for whom song has
no charm.
ROBIN.
Then I roast 'em, for I have nought else to live on
(whines). 0 your honour, I pray you too to give me
an alms. (To PRINCE JOHN.)


SCENE 1







THE FORESTERS


SHERIFF.
This is no bow to hit nightingales; this is a true
woodman's bow of the best yew-wood to slay the
deer. Look, my lord, there goes one in the moon-
light. Shoot !
PRINCE JOHN (shoots).
Missed There goes another. Shoot, Sheriff!

SHERIFF (shoots).
Missed !
ROBIN.
And here comes another. Why, an old woman can
shoot closer than you two.

PRINCE JOHN.
Shoot then, and if thou miss I will fasten thee to
thine own doorpost and make thine old carcase a target
for us three.

ROBIN (raises himself upright, shoots, and hits).
Hit Did I not tell you an old woman could shoot
better?
PRINCE JOHN.
Thou standest straight. Thou speakest manlike.
Thou art no old woman-thou art disguised-thou art
one of the thieves.
[Makes a clutch at the gown, which comes in pieces
and fills, showing ROBIN in his forester's dress,


ACT II







TH7E FOAESTERS


SHERIFF.
It is the very captain of the thieves !

PRINCE JOHN.
We have him at last, we have him at advantage.
Strike, Sheriff! Strike, mercenary!
[YThey draw swords and allttack him ;
he defends himself with his.

Enter LITrLE JOHN.
LIrfTLE JOHN.
I have lodged my pretty Katekin in her bower.
How now? Clashing of swords-three upon one,
and that one our Robin Rogues, have you no man-
hood ? [Draws and defends ROBIN.

Enter SIR RICHARD LEA (draws his sword).
SIR RICHARD LEA.
Old as I am, I will not brook to see
Three upon two.

(MAID MARIAN in the armour of a Red-cross Knight
follows half unsheathing her sword and half seen.)
Back back I charge thee, back !
Is this a game for thee to play at? Away.

(She retires to the fringe of the copse.)
[He fights on ROBIN'S side. The other
three are beaten off and exeunt.


iCENE I








THE FORESTESRS


Enter FRIAR TUCK.


FRIAR TUCK.
I am too late then with my quarterstaff!


ROBIN.
Quick, friar, follow them:
See whether there be more of 'em in the wood.


FRIAR TUCK.
On the gallop, on the gallop, Robin, like a deer
from a dog, or a colt from a gad-fly, or a stump-
tailed ox in May-time, or the cow that jumped over
the moon. [Exit.
ROBIN.
Nay, nay, but softly, lest they spy thee, friar !
[To SIR RICHARD LEA who reels,
Take thou mine arm. Who art thou, gallant knight ?


SIR RICHARD.

Robin, I am Sir Richard of the Lea.
Who be those three that I have fought withal?


ROBIN.
Prince John, the Sheriff, and a mercenary.


ACT 11







THE FORESTERS


SIR RICHARD.

Prince John again. We are flying from this John.
The Sheriff-I am grieved it was the Sheriff;
For, Robin, he must be my son-in-law.
Thou art an outlaw, and couldst never pay
The mortgage on my land. Thou wilt not see
My Marian more. So-so-I have presumed
Beyond my strength. Give me a draught of wine.
[MARIAN comes forward.
This is my son but late escaped from prison,
For whom I ran into my debt to the Abbot,
Two thousand marks in gold. I have paid him half.
That other thousand-shall I ever pay it ?
A draught of wine.
ROBIN.

Our cellar is hard by.
Take him, good Little John, and give him wine.
[Exit SIR RICHARD leaning on LITTLE JOHN.
A brave old fellow but he angers me.
[To MAID MARIAN who is following her father.
Young Walter, nay, I pray thee, stay a moment.


MARIAN.

A moment for some matter of no moment!
Well-! take and use your moment, while you may.


SCENE I








THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
Thou art her brother, and her voice is thine,
Her face is thine, and if thou be as gentle
Give me some news of my sweet Marian.
Where is she ?
MARIAN.
Thy sweet Marian? I believe
She came with me into the forest here.

ROBIN.
She followed thee into the forest here?

MARIAN.
Nay-that, my friend, I am sure I did not say.

ROBIN.
Thou blowest hot and cold. Where is she then?

MARIAN.
Is she not here with thee?

ROBIN.
Would God she were !

MARIAN.
If not with thee I know not where she is.
She may have lighted on your fairies here,
And now be skipping in their fairy-rings,
And capering hand in hand with Oberon.


ACT II







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
Peace !
MARIAN.
Or learning witchcraft of your woodland witch
And how to charm and waste the hearts of men.

ROBIN.
That is not brother-like.

MARIAN (pointing to tile sky).
Or there perchance
Up yonder with the man i' the moon.

ROBIN.
No more !
MARIAN.
Or haply fallen a victim to the wolf.

ROBIN.
Tut be there wolves in Sherwood?

MARIAN.
The wolf, John !
ROBIN.

Curse him but thou art mocking me. Thou art
Her brother-I forgive thee. Come be thou
My brother too. She loves me.


SCENE I








THE FORESTERS


MARIAN.
Doth she so?
ROBIN.
Do you doubt me when I say she loves me, man ?


MARIAN.
No, but my father will not lose his land,
Rather than that would wed her with the Sheriff.


RoBIN.
Thou hold'st with him ?

MARIAN.
Yes, in some sort I do.
He is old and almost mad to keep the land.


ROBIN.
Thou hold'st with him?


MARIAN.
I tell thee, in some sort.


ROBIN (angrily).
Sort sort what sort ? what sort of man art thou
For land, not love ? Thou wilt inherit the land,
And so wouldst sell thy sister to the Sheriff,


ACT II








SCENE I THE FORESTERS 65


0 thou unworthy brother of my dear Marian !
And now, I do bethink me, thou wast by
And never drewest sword to help the old man
When he was fighting.

MARIAN.
There were three to three.

ROBIN.
Thou shouldst have ta'en his place, and fought for him.

MARIAN.
He did it so well there was no call for me.

ROBIN.
My God !
That such a brother-she marry the Sheriff!
Come now, I fain would have a bout with thee.
It is but pastime-nay, I will not harm thee.
Draw !
MARIAN.
Earl, I would fight with any man but thee.

ROBIN.
Ay, ay, because I have a name for prowess.

MARIAN.
It is not that.







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
That I believe thou fell'st into the hands
Of these same Moors thro' nature's baseness, criedst
' I yield almost before the thing was ask'd,
And thro' thy lack of manhood hast betray'd
Thy father to the losing of his land.
Come, boy 'tis but to see if thou canst fence.
Draw [Draws.
MARIAN.
No, Sir Earl, I will not fight to-day.


ROBIN.
To-morrow then?
MARIAN.
Well, I will fight to-morrow.

ROBIN.
Give me thy glove upon it.

MARIAN (pulls off her glove and gives it to him).
There I

ROBIN.
O God I
What sparkles in the moonlight on thy hand ?
[Takes her. hand.


ACT II







THE FORESTERS


In that great heat to wed her to the Sheriff
Thou hast robb'd my girl of her betrothal ring.


MARIAN.
No, no !
ROBIN.
What! do I not know mine own ring?


MARIAN.
I keep it for her.
ROBIN.
Nay, she swore it never
Should leave her finger. Give it me, by heaven,
Or I will force it from thee.


MARIAN.
0 Robin, Robin!

ROBIN.
O my dear Marian,
Is it thou ? is it thou ? I fall before thee, clasp
Thy knees. I am ashamed. Thou shalt not marry
The Sheriff, but abide with me who love thee.
[She moves from him, the moonlight falls upon her.
0 look before the shadow of these dark oaks
Thou seem'st a saintly splendour out from heaven,


SCENE I








THE FORESTERS


Clothed with the mystic silver of her moon.
Speak but one word not only of forgiveness,
But to show thou art mortal.


MARIAN.
Mortal enough,
If love for thee be mortal. Lovers hold
True love immortal. Robin, tho' I love thee,
We cannot come together in this world.
Not mortal after death, if after death-


ROBIN.
Life, life. I know not death. Why do you vex me
With raven-croaks of death and after death ?


MARIAN.
And I and he are passing overseas:
He has a friend there will advance the monies,
So now the forest lawns are all as bright
As ways to heaven, I pray thee give us guides
To lead us thro' the windings of the wood.


ROBIN.
Must it be so? If it were so, myself
Would guide you thro' the forest to the sea.
But go not yet, stay with us, and when thy brother-


ACT II








THE FORESTERS


MARIAN.
Robin, I ever held that saying false
That Love is blind, but thou hast proven it true.
Why-even your woodland squirrel sees the nut
Behind the shell, and thee however mask'd
I should have known. But thou-to dream that he
My brother, my dear Walter-now, perhaps,
Fetter'd and lash'd, a galley-slave, or closed
For ever in a Moorish tower, or wreckt
And dead beneath the midland ocean, he
As gentle as he's brave-that such as he
Would wrest from me the precious ring I promised
Never to part with-No, not he, nor any.
I would have battled for it to the death.
[In her excitement she draws her sword
See, thou hast wrong'd my brother and myself.

ROBIN (kneeling).
See then, I kneel once more to be forgiven.

Enter SCARLET, MUCH, several of the FORESTERS,
rushing on.

SCARLET.
Look look he kneels he has anger'd the foul witch,
Who melts a waxen image by the fire,
And drains the heart and marrow from a man.


SCENE I







THE FORESTERS


MUCH.
Our Robin beaten, pleading for his life !
Seize on the knight wrench his sword from him !
[They all rush on MARIAN.

ROBIN (springing up and waving his hand).
Back!
Back all of you this is Maid Marian
Flying from John-disguised.

MEN.
Maid Marian? she?

SCARLET.
Captain, we saw thee cowering to a knight
And thought thou wert bewitch'd.

MARIAN.
You dared to dream
That our great Earl, the bravest English heart
Since Hereward the Wake, would cower to any
Of mortal build. Weak natures that impute
Themselves to their unlike, and their own want
Of manhood to their leader he would break,
Far as he might, the power of John-but you-
What rightful cause could grow to such a heat
As burns a wrong to ashes, if the followers


ACT II







THE FORESTERS


Of him, who heads the movement, held him craven?
Robin-I know not, can I trust myself
With your brave band ? in some of these may lodge
That baseness which for fear or monies, might
Betray me to the wild Prince.


ROBIN.
No, love, no !
Not any of these, I swear.


MEN.
No, no, we swear.



SCENE II.-Another Glade in the Forest.


ROBIN and MARIAN passing. Enter FORESTER.


FORESTER.
Knight, your good father had his draught of wine
And then he swoon'd away. He had been hurt,
And bled beneath his armour. Now he cries
' The land the land Come to him.


MARIAN.
0 my poor father !


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
Stay with us in this wood, till he recover.
We know all balms and simples of the field
To help a wound. Stay with us here, sweet love,
Maid Marian, till thou wed what man thou wilt.
All here will prize thee, honour, worship thee,
Crown thee with flowers; and he will soon be well:
All will be well.
MARIAN.
0 lead me to my father !
[As they are going out enter LITrLE JOHN and
KATE who falls on the neck of MARIAN.

KATE.
No, no, false knight, thou canst not hide thyself
From her who loves thee.

LITTLE JOHN.
What!
By all the devils in and out of Hell!
Wilt thou embrace thy sweetheart 'fore my face?
Quick with thy sword the yeoman braves the knight.
* There (strikes her with the flat of his sword).

MARIAN (laying about her).
Are the men all mad? there then, and there!


ACT II







THE FORESTERS


KATE.
0 hold thy hand this is our Marian.

LITTLE JOHN.
What with this skill of fence let go mine arm.

ROBIN.
Down with thy sword She is my queen and thine,
The mistress of the band.

MARIAN (sheathing her sword).
A maiden now
Were ill-bested in these dark days of John,
Except she could defend her innocence.
O lead me to my father.
[Exeunt ROBIN and MARIAN.

LITTLE JOHN.
Speak to me,
I am like a boy now going to be whipt;
I know I have done amiss, have been a fool,
Speak to me, Kate, and say you pardon me !

KATE.
I never will speak word to thee again.
What ? to mistrust the girl you say you love


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


Is to mistrust your own love for your girl !
How should you love if you mistrust your love ?


LITTLE JOHN.
0 Kate, true love and jealousy are twins,
And love is joyful, innocent, beautiful,
And jealousy is wither'd, sour and ugly :
Yet are they twins and always go together.


KATt.
Well, well, until they cease to go together.
I am but a stone and a dead stock to thee.


LITTLE JOHN.
I thought I saw thee clasp and kiss a man
And it was but a woman. Pardon me.


KATE.
Ay, for I much disdain thee, but if ever
Thou see me clasp and kiss a man indeed,
I will again be thine, and not till then. [Exit.


LITTLE JOHN.
I have been a fool and I have lost my Kate. [Exit.


Re-enter ROBIN.


ACT nI







THE FORESTERS


ROBIN.
He dozes. I have left her watching him.
She will not marry till her father yield.
The old man dotes.
Nay-and she will not marry till Richard come,
And that's at latter Lammas-never perhaps.
Besides, tho' Friar Tuck might make us one,
An outlaw's bride may not be wife in law.
I am weary. [Lying down on a bank.
What's here ? a dead bat in the fairy ring-
Yes, I remember, Scarlet hacking down
A hollow ash, a bat flew out at him
In the clear noon, and hook'd him by the hair,
And he was scared and slew it. My men say
The fairies haunt this glade ;-if one could catch
A glimpse of them and of their fairy Queen-
Have our loud pastimes driven them all away?
I never saw them: yet I could believe
There came some evil fairy at my birth
And cursed me, as the last heir of my race :
'This boy will never wed the maid he loves,
Nor leave a child behind him' (yawns). Weary-
weary
As tho' a spell were on me (he dreams).
[ The whole stage lights up, and fairies are seen. swing-
ing on boughs and nestling in hollow trunks.


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


TITANIA on a hill. FAIRIES on either side of her.
The oon above the hill.

FIRST FAIRY.
Evil fairy! do you hear?
So he said who Hietli here.

SECOND FAIRY.
We be fairies of tic wood,
We be neither bad nor good.

FIRST FAIRY.
Back and side and hi2p and rib,
Nip, nig him for his fib.

TITANIA.
Nip him not, but let him snore.
We must flit for evermore.

FIRST FAIRY.
Tit, my queen, must it be so
Wherefore, wherefore should we go?

TITANIA.
I Titania bid you flit,
And you dare to call me Tit.


ACT II







THE FORESTERS


FIRST FAIRY.
Tit, for love and brevity,
Not for love of levity.

TITANIA.
Pertest of our flickering mob,
Wouldst thou call my Oberon Ob ?

FIRST FAIRY.
Nay, an please your Elfin Grace,
Never Ob before his face.

TITANIA.
Faiby realm is breaking down
When the fairy slights the crown.

FIRST FAIRY.
No, by wisp and glowworm, no.
Only wherefore should we go ?

TITANIA.
We must fly from Robin Hood
And this new queen of the wood.

FIRST FAIRY.
True, she is a goodly thing.
Jealousy, jealousy of the king.


SCENE II







THE FORESTERS


// TITANIA.

Nay, for Oberon fled away
vTwenty thousand leagues to-day.

CHORUS.
Look, there comes a deputation
From our finikin fairy nation.


Enter several FAIRIES.


THIRD FAIRY.
Crush'd my bat whereon I flew.
Found him dead and drench'd in dew,
Queen.

FOURTH FAIRY.
Quash'd my frog that used to quack
When I vaulted on his back,
Queen.

FIFTH FAIRY.
Kill'd the sward rohere'er they sat,
Queen.

SIXTH FAIRY.
Lusty bracken beaten flat,
Queen.


ACT II








THE FORESTERS


SEVENTH FAIRY.

Honest daisy deadly bruised,
Queen.

EIGHTH FAIRY.

Modest maiden lily abused,
Queen.


NINTH FAIRY.

Beetle's jewel armour crack'd,
Queen.

TENTH FAIRY.

Reed I rock'd upon broken-back'd,
Queen.


FAIRIES (in chorus).

We be scared with song and shout.
Arrows whistle all about.
All our games be put to rout.
All our rings be trampled out.
Lead us thou to some deep glen,
Far from solid foot of men,
Never to return again,
Queen.


SCENE II








THE FORESTERS


TITANIA (to FIRST FAIRY).
Elf, with spiteful heart and eye,
Talk of jealousy ? You see why
We must leave the wood and fly.

(To all the fairies who sing at intervals with TITANIA.)

Up with you, out of the forest and over the hills and
away,
And over this Robin Hood's bay !
Up thro' the light of the seas by the moon's long-silver-
ing ray !
To a land where the fay,
Not an eye to survey,
In the night, in the day,
Can have frolic and play.
Up with you, all of you, out of it! hear and obey.
Man, liing here alone,
Moody creature,
Of a nature
Stronger, sadder than my own,
Were I human, were I human,
I could love you like a woman.
Mlhan, man,
You shall wed your Marian.
She is true, and you are true,


ACT 1!








THE FORESTERS


And you love her and she loves you ;
Both be happy, and adieu for ever and for evermore-
adieu.
ROBIN (half waking).
Shall I be happy ? Happy vision, stay.


TITANIA.
Up with you, all of you, off with you, out of it, over the
wood and away !


END OF ACT II.





Arote.-In the stage copy of my play I have had this
Fairy Scene transferred to the end of the Third Act, for
the sake of modern dramatic effect.


SCENE II
























ACT III


THE CROWNING OF MARIAN






















ACT III.



SCENE I.-f-learl of fe forest.


MARIAN and KATE (in Fioresters' green).


KATE.
What makes you seem so cold to Robin, lady ?


MARIAN.
What makes thee think I seem so cold to Robin ?


KATE.
You never whisper close as lovers do,
Nor care to leap into each other's arms.


MARIAN.
There is a fence I cannot overleap,
My father's will.








THE FORESTERS


KATE.
Then you will wed the Sheriff ?


MARIAN.
When heaven falls, I may light on such a lark !
But who art thou to catechize me-thou
That hast not made it up with Little John !


KATE.
I wait till Little John makes up to me.


MARIAN.
Why, my good Robin fancied me a man,
And drew his sword upon me, and Little John
Fancied he saw thee clasp and kiss a man.


KATE.
Well, if he fancied that Ifancy a man
Other than him, he is not the man for me.


MARIAN.
And that would quite unman him, heart and soul.
For both are thine.
(Looking up.)
But listen-overhead-


ACI' III







THE FORESTERS


Fluting, and piping and luting Love, love, love'-
Those sweet tree-Cupids half-way up in heaven,
The birds-would I were one of 'em 0 good Kate-
If my man-Robin were but a bird-Robin,
How happily would we lilt among the leaves
'Love, love, love, love'-what merry madness-lister
And let them warm thy heart to Little John.
Look where he comes !


KATE.
I will not meet him yet,
I'll watch him from behind the trees, but call
Kate when you will, for I am close at hand.


KATE slands aside and enter ROBIN, and after him at
a little distance LrITLE JOHN, MUCH the AMi/er's
son, and SCARLET Witl/i an oaken chaplct, and other
FORESTERS.

LITTLE JOHN.
My lord-Robin-I crave pardon-you always
seem to me my lord-I Little John, he Much the
miller's son, and he Scarlet, honouring all womankind,
and more especially my lady Marian, do here, in the
name of all our woodmen, present her with this
oaken chaplet as Queen of the wood, I Little John,


SCENE I







THE FORESTERS


he, young Scarlet, and he, old Much, and all the rest
of us.
MUCH.
And I, old Much, say as much, for being every
inch a man I honour every inch of a woman.

ROBIN.
Friend Scarlet, art thou less a man than Much?
Why art thou mute? Dost thou not honour woman?


SCARLET.
Robin, I do, but I have a bad wife.

ROBIN.
Then let her pass as an exception, Scarlet.

SCARLET.
So I would, Robin, if any man would accept her.


MARIAN (puts on the chaplet).
Had I a bulrush now in this right hand
For sceptre, I were like a queen indeed.
Comrades, I thank you for your loyalty,
And take and wear this symbol of your love;
And were my kindly father sound again,
Could live as happy as the larks in heaven,


ACT II




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