JOHN. But I'll relent and love thee, if thou leave her.
ROB. H. And Elinor my sovereign, mother-queen,[181]
That yet retains true passion in her breast,
Stands mourning yonder. Hence! I thee detest.
I will submit me to her majesty.
Great princess, if you will but ride with me
A little of my way, I will express
My folly past, and humble pardon beg.
MAR. I grant, Earl Robert, and I thank thee too.
QU. ELIN. She's not the queen; sweet Robin, it is I.
ROB. H. Hence, sorceress! thy beauty I defy.
If thou have any love at all to me,
Bestow it on Prince John; he loveth thee.
[_Exeunt_ ROBIN, MARIAN.
JOHN. And I will love thee, Robin, for this deed,
And help thee, too, in thy distressful need.
QU. ELIN. Wilt thou not stay nor speak, proud Huntington?
Ay me! some whirlwind hurries them away.
JOHN. Follow him not, fair love, that from thee flies,
But fly to him that gladly follows thee.
Wilt thou not, girl? turn'st thou away from me?
QU. ELIN. Nay, we shall have it then,
If my quaint son his mother 'gin to court. [_Aside_.
JOHN. Wilt thou not speak, fair Marian, to Prince John,
That loves thee well?
QU. ELIN. Good sir, I know you do.
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