I thank your lordship: we'll be diligent.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE III.
_Enter_ ROBIN HOOD, LITTLE JOHN _following him;
the one Earl of Huntington, the other his servant_,
ROBIN _having his napkin on his shoulder, as if he
were suddenly raised from dinner_.
ROB. H. As I am outlaw'd from my fame and state,
Be this day outlawed from the name of days.
Day luckless, outlaw luckless, both accurs'd!
[_Flings away his napkin and hat, and sitteth down_.
LIT. JOHN. Do not forget your honourable state,
Nor the true noblesse of your worthy house.
ROB. H. Do not persuade me; vain as vanity
Are all thy comforts: I am comfortless.
LIT. JOHN. Hear me, my lord.
ROB. H. What shall I hear thee say?
Already hast thou said too much to hear:
Already hast thou stabb'd me with thy tongue,
And the wide wound with words will not be clos'd.
Am I not outlaw'd by the Prior of York?
Proclaim'd in court, in city, and in town
A lawless person? this thy tongue reports,
And therefore seek not to make smooth my grief;
For the rough storm thy windy words have rais'd,
Will not be calm'd, till I in grave be laid.
LIT. JOHN. Have patience yet.
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