SCAR. Faith, he cannot pay thee, Much.
MUCH. Ay, but while this end is in my hand, and that about his neck,
he is bound to it.
_Enter_ ROBIN, ELY, MARIAN.
WAR. Mock on, mock on: make me your jesting game.
I do deserve much more than this small shame.
ROB. H. Disconsolate and poor dejected man,
Cast from thy neck that shameful sign of death,
And live for me, if thou amend thy life,
As much in favour as thou ever didst.
WAR. O, worse than any death,
When a man wrong'd his wronger pitieth!
ELY. Warman, be comforted, rise and amend:
On my word, Robin Hood will be thy friend.
ROB. H. I will indeed: go in, heart-broken man.
Father Fitzwater, pray lead him in.
Kind Marian, with sweet comforts comfort him,
And my tall yeomen, as you me affect,
Upbraid him not with his forepassed life.
Warman, go in; go in and comfort thee.
WAR. O, God requite your honour's courtesy.
MAR. Scathlock or Scarlet, help us, some of ye.
[_Exeunt_ WARMAN, MARIAN, FITZWATER, SCATHLOCK, SCARLET, MUCH.
_Enter_ FRIAR TUCK _in his truss, without his weed_.
FRIAR. Jesu benedicite!
Pity on pity,
Mercy on mercy,
Misery on misery!
O, such a sight,
As by this light,
Doth me affright?
ROB.
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