:Robin Hood, Maid Marian, Little John,
Dale, Will Scarlet, Much the Miller's Son
daughter of Sir Richard at the Lee, is searching for Robin Hood in ?
stranger, alias Robin Hood, enters and doffs his cap in gentlemanly fashion.
Welcome, good lady, to the greenwood. Though the forest is dangerous you show no
fear. Have you good reason to be here?
I am searching for an
Robin: Searching for an outlaw! To your courage I must attest, my lady, for this is a dangerous quest.
I'm looking for Robin
Hood who is not without honour and I know to be good. Do you know him?
How do know this outlaw
is an honourable man?
He saved my father, Sir Richard at the Lea, from disaster and I wish to thank
him personally, if I can.
Well! Not only add the
virtue of loyalty to your courage but also good luck, for I am the outlaw you
seek - Robin Hood.
Then it is you, Robin,
who has restored my father's fortunes and I thank you sincerely in this
I don't know why you wish
to thank me, dear lady, for I only entertained your father to dinner and a
knight’s clothes I have never seen thinner.
He has repaid his debt to
St. Mary's Abbey and his lands have been restored.
Good for him; you
couldn't find a more deserving lord. I can only presume the Abbot of St. Mary's
He was a little
surprised, as was the Sheriff of Nottingham.
Isn't it amazing how the
Sheriff always turns up to pick at your bones when fate is against you. His
comeuppance is long overdue.
They say you are a master
of disguise and have fooled the Sheriff a time or two.
Yes, sometimes he hasn’t much of a clue. I once disguised myself as a butcher,
just in jest, and the Sheriff asked me if I had any horned beasts of the best.
‘Yes’ I said, ‘and they’re the best you will see; bring out your gold
and I’ll show you where they be. Here in Sherwood I showed him herds of
You like to entertain folk to dinner – travellers your men have found.
: Yes. The forest is my
home, the greenwood my domain and the paths and highways my hunting ground. I am
as free as the birds, foxes and deer around, but unless I have entertained
travellers passing through the greenwood, I don't feel as though I have given
them a welcome that’s good.
But you rob them, don't you?'
I like to meet all
travellers, holy or rich - any will do. I inquire about the weight of their
purse and assure them that if it is indeed empty, as they say, then I will lend
them some. I only have argument with those whose purses I discover are brimming
with gold after they say they haven’t a crumb.
You feel no remorse at robbing monks?
'Tis the will of Our
Lady. Usually, I ask a holy man to beg the saint who rules his abbey to send him
money for his present need, and lo and behold, more often than not, the gold
appears in his saddle-bags at great speed. People give so generously. Both rich
churchmen generously provide my men with wine for festivals and wealthy
merchants provide Lincoln green cloth.
You force folk to dance
to a pipe, many believe, and make them pay in thanksgiving for the justice and
mercy they receive.
'Tis but a merry joke.
You like to fight as
well, especially in single combat, I hear say?
I relish a bout with my
quarterstaff against those who mistakenly believe they own the highway.
You are reputed to be the
best archer in these parts.
I sometimes like to take
a shot at a stag, whether royal harts, bucks, does or rascals, o’er the lee,
or even the Sheriff occasionally!
throws his head back in a loud guffaw of laughter and his laugh is so infectious
that Marian joins in too.
While I have my good bow
and the greenwood shelters me, I can laugh at any foe. Anyone is welcome to join
me. Here friends are true and you’re free as the birdies in the tree. All
those wronged and on the run can join me in Sherwood’s goodly sun.
sings Robin's Song
the end of the song, Little John, Eleanor Dale, Will Scarlet and
We have come to your aid,
master we thought you might have been taken on a flight of fancy.
Maybe, Scarlet, maybe. As
you can see, it is my honour and your honour to be in the company of a fine lady
- may I present Maid Marian, daughter of Sir Richard at the Lee, who you know as
a gentle and noble knight. This is Alan a Dale and his wife Eleanor on my
right, and these are my good yeoman - Will Scarlet, Much the Miller's the Son -
not many inches to his body, but every inch a man; and my right hand man —
though he is tall, Little John he is called..
It is a pleasure to meet
you. I am here to thank you for helping my father. You did everything for him
that you could do.
It is our pleasure, my lady. Your father is a gentle knight who has sworn to be
to Little John: Are you
Robin's right-hand man?
John: I serve him with
all my heart though I am a free man.
Tell me - how did you fall in with Robin?
Fall in! You've hit the
right nail on the head there, except he was the one who fell in - into the
stream! Dear Eleanor will recount the story.
Dale sings the Ballad of Little John
thanks Eleanor for her ballad and turns to Little John.
Do you like your life in the greenwood?
John: ‘Tis a merry
life. We live here like squires, or lords of the shire without e'er a foot of
free land. We feast on good cheer with wine, ale and beer and everything at our
command and hunt for the deer that run here and there.
But surely, the deer
belong to the King?
John: The deer belong to
the forest and all men - the birds and wild beasts all belong to the greenwood,
both chase and warren. They are food for everyone - not just for the King's
delight and satisfaction.
outlaws sing Walk on the Wild Side
Marian: It seems a good life here in the forest.
But you should remember, my lady, these are troubled times. With the King away
and corruption in the law - the shady Sheriff extracts high taxes, bribes jurors
and harasses the poor. And then there is the unfair Forest Law.
John: Better let Robin
escort you home before darkness falls. There are a lot of rogues abiding in
these parts. Why, only the other day, I was bringing food and money to a poor
widow hereabouts who had nought in her stomach after paying her taxes to the
Sheriff when I came upon three beggars. One was deaf and dumb, another blind and
one limped behind on crutches.
morrow!' I greeted them and asked if I could accompany them. Would you credit it
but the blind man said he did not like my face; the deaf and dumb one did not
like the way I spoke; and the crippled one landed me a lusty kick and told me to
I gripped the dumb one so tight that he shouted for mercy, gave the blind one
such a blow that he saw stars, and the miraculously-cured cripple ran away as
fast as a deer.
I'll escort you to
Eleanor: Surely you had
better take an escort, Robin.
No need for any support. The Sheriff has sworn not to arrest me.
Is that true, Robin? How
can that be?
This was when Little
John, posing as Reynold Greenleaf, tricked the Sheriff into the belief that he
had found a large herd of deer in the greenwood. I promised the Sheriff he could
spend a year with me, so an outlaw he could be. After one night in just his
breeches and shirt, his sides began to smart, and he swore an oath that if I let
him go he would be my best friend and none of my men would he ever apprehend.
John: I beg you not to go
to the service, master, you cannot trust the Sheriff's word - at least take your
I will not go armed into a church, of that you can be sure. Come Marian, I'll
first ensure you are safely home secure.
He’s normally sensible as a rule but sometimes stubborn as an abbot's mule.