For what in wealth we want, we have in flowers,
And what we lose in halls, we find in bowers.
MAR. Marian hath all, sweet Robert, having thee,
And guesses thee as rich in having me.
ROB. H. I am indeed;
For, having thee, what comfort can I need?
MAR. Go in, go in.
To part such true love, Robin, it were sin.
[_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ PRIOR, SIR DONCASTER, FRIAR TUCK.
PRIOR. To take his body, by the blessed rood,
'Twould do me more than any other good.
DON. O, 'tis an unthrift, still the churchmen's foe;
An ill-end will betide him, that I know.
'Twas he that urged the king to 'sess the clergy,
When to the holy land he took his journey;
And he it is that rescued those two thieves,
Scarlet and Scathlock, that so many griefs
To churchmen did: and now, they say,
He keeps in Sherwood, and himself doth play
The lawless reaver:[202] hear you, my Lord Prior,
He must be taken, or it will be wrong.
TUCK. Ay, ay, soon said;
But ere he be, many will lie dead,
Except it be by sleight.
DON. Ay, there, there, Friar.
TUCK. Give me, my lord, your execution.
The widow Scarlet's daughter, lovely Jenny,
Loves, and is belov'd of Much, the miller's son.
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