"Here is but five shillings and a ring," said Little John,
"and the young man has spoken true."
"Then," said Robin to the stranger, "if want of money be the cause
of your melancholy, speak. Little John is my treasurer,
and he shall disburse to you."
"It is, and it is not," said the stranger; "it is, because, had I not wanted
money I had never lost my love; it is not, because, now that I have lost her,
money would come too late to regain her."
"In what way have you lost her?" said Robin: "let us clearly
know that she is past regaining, before we give up our wishes
to restore her to you."
"She is to be married this day," said the stranger, "and perhaps is married
by this, to a rich old knight; and yesterday I knew it not."
"What is your name?" said Robin.
"Allen," said the stranger.
"And where is the marriage to take place, Allen?" said Robin.
"At Edwinstow church," said Allen, "by the bishop of Nottingham."
"I know that bishop," said Robin; "he dined with me a month since, and paid
three hundred pounds for his dinner. He has a good ear and loves music.
The friar sang to him to some tune. Give me my harper's cloak, and I
will play a part at this wedding.
"These are dangerous times, Robin," said Marian, "for playing
pranks out of the forest."
"Fear not," said Robin; "Edwinstow lies not Nottingham-ward,
and I will take my precautions.
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