Ballads of Robin Hood

 

Scene Seven - Sherwood Forest

 

Cast: King Richard, King Richard's Courtiers, Robin Hood, Little John, 

Much the Miller's son, Will Scarlet, Eleanor Dale, Gamble Gold,

Sir Richard at the Lee, Marian

 

Unable to find Robin Hood in Sherwood, the King and his courtiers have changed into monks' habits as a temptation to outlaws. The king, wearing a big cowl and broad hood looks like an Abbot; though truth to tell, he is still wearing his stiff boots as he walks through the greenwood leading his courtiers all clothed in grey.

They come across Robin Hood and his men.

Robin: Sir Abbot, by your leave, you must linger here awhile. We are yeomen of this forest who live on our King's deer under the greenwood tree, for we have no other way to live. You have churches and rents and stores of gold a-plenty, so give us some of your money for Saint Charity.

King: I have brought no more than £40 into the greenwood with me. I have been staying at Nottingham for the past fortnight with our King and have spent all my money entertaining. Though I have but £40 with me, I would vouchsafe £100 to thee.

Robin takes the £40 and gives half to his men, telling them to make merry. The other half he courteously returns to the King.

Robin: Sir, keep this as your pay for we shall meet another day.

King: Much obliged. I bring you greetings from our King who sends you his Seal under the greenwood tree and bids you to Nottingham to enjoy his unstinting hospitality.

The King shows the great Seal to Robin who sinks down on one knee

Robin: I love no man in all the world as well as I do my King. Welcome is my lord's seal and welcome is the monk for bringing me these tidings. For the love of my King you shall dine with me, Sir Abbot, under my trysting tree.

Marian, Sir Richard at the Lee, Eleanor Dale, and Gamble Gold arrive and Robin introduces them to the Abbot and his monks.

Robin, Little John and Eleanor generously serve the King themselves with venison, wastel bread, red wine and brown ale.

Robin: Come dear Eleanor, be good enough to sing for us.

Eleanor sings the Ballad of Robin Hood and the Pedlar

Robin: Good appetite, Sir Abbot and a blessing on you for bringing me this news. Before you go, you shall see what kind of life we lead so that you may inform the King when you see him.

King: What a wonder seemly sight this is! Methinks your men are more at your bidding than the King’s men are at his.

And the King, much impressed, sings Bowmen of the Greenwood

Suddenly, the outlaws leap to their feet and draw back their bows. The King looked aghast for a moment thinking they mean to hurt him, but instead they set up two rods as targets each fastened with a rose garland.

King: They are too far away - by fifty paces.

Robin: Not too far for any yeoman of mine. Whoever shoots outside the garland shall lose his tackle, however fine, and forfeit it to the winner. And he shall also receive a buffet on the head. No one will be spared so drink your ale and wine

Twice Robin splits the rod in two and does not spare Little John nor Will Scarlet when they both fail - giving each of them a hefty thump. The last arrow that Robin shoots misses the garland by three fingers or more.

Little John: Master, you have lost your tackle. Come forward and take your pay

Robin: So let it be. Sir Abbot, I delivered the arrow so I give you my tackle and you deliver my blow.

King: Even by your leave Robin, it is not fitting for my order to strike a yeoman for fear an injury he may receive.

Robin: Strike boldly, you have my fullest leave.

The King rolls up his sleeve and gives Robin such a buffet that the outlaw falls full length on the ground.

Robin: I swear to God you are a stalwart brother. There is strength in your arm and I have no doubt that you can also shoot a bow as well as any other.

Sir Richard at the Lee looks intently into the King’s face before doffing his cap and kneeling in front of the King.

Sir Richard: 'Tis the king! Kneel, Robin, 'tis the King!

The King thrusts aside the cowl from his head and the black robes to reveal the silk surtout blazoned with the leopards of Anjou and the fleur-de-lys. Outlaws and knight both kneel before him, followed by the others. Marian and Eleanor curtsy.

Robin: My lord, the King of England! Now I know you well!

King: Why do you kneel, Robin, are thou not the king of the Greenwood ? I must ask you mercy under your trysting tree of your goodness and your grace for my men and me.

Robin: Of thy goodness and grace, give us mercy and grant a pardon for all my men and me.

King: Yes, I grant it, for that is the reason I came to the greenwood. But you and your men must leave the greenwood and come to court to dwell with me.

Robin: So it shall be so, my lord. I will come to court to serve you and bring seven score of my men with good cheer. But I ask a boon - unless I like your service, I will return to Sherwood Forest to shoot the brown deer.

King: Agreed.

Robin turns to Sir Richard: Sir Richard, gentle knight, may I address you concerning your dearest, most loyal daughter, Marian. May I have the hand of your daughter, fair Marian, in marriage.

Sir Richard: I approve of course but it is really up to Marian herself to decide. . . 

Robin sings Dear Marian

Robin then produces a ring from his pocket and addresses Marian.

Robin: Dearest Marian, this ring my mother gave me; it was her own betrothal ring. She prayed me when I loved a maid with all my heart to pass this band down a finger of that hand which should be mine thereafter. Will you have it? Will you wear it?

Marian: That I will, dear Robin, and never part with it. Not while the swallow swoops and glides, not while the lark sings on high, not while the smoke curls above the cottage roof and white clouds roll across the sky. Not while the stream babbles by the door and the sea breaks upon the shore – never.  

The King joins the hands of Robin and Marian together.

King: Marian, you are giving up wealth and honours to come to this good archer but you have chosen a bold man and a brave one.

Full Company sing The Greenwood Tree

 

       Final Curtain (The Forest Line)

 

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