The Adventures of Robin Hood Page #2

I no sooner enter his castle doors

with a piece of meat...

...than his starving servants

try to snatch it from me.

You should feed them, Gisbourne.

They'll work better.

With the compliments of your royal

brother, King Richard, God bless him!

By my faith, but you're a bold rascal.

Robin, I like you.

I'm gratified, Your Highness.

I don't think Gisbourne shares

that sentiment, however.

He does look sour.

What's the matter, Gisbourne?

Run out of hangings?

- I know a ripe subject for one.

- If you'll excuse me...

Sit down! Sit down, my dear.

He'll not harm you.

Sir Robin, this is

the Lady Marian Fitzwalter.

I hope my lady had a pleasant journey

from London?

What you hope can hardly be important.

What a pity her manners

don't match her looks, Your Highness.

You hear that, gentlemen?

Here's Gisbourne so in love with Marian

he daren't say "boo" to her...

...and this saucy fellow

gives her better than she sends.

My lords and ladies, I would like to

present to you Sir Robin of Locksley.

Sir Robin, permit me to present to you

your host, Sir Guy of Gisbourne...

...and our noble guests.

- I'm deeply honored, Your Highness.

- Have you had meat?

- None but what I brought.

Well, sit down.

Sit down there opposite me.

- Get up, Sir Ivor. Give him your place.

- Your Highness!

Get up!

Get up, sir knight!

Come, Sir Ivor. Out with you.

Bring Sir Robin food at once,

do you hear?

Such impudence must support

a mighty appetite.

True enough, Your Highness.

We Saxons have little to fatten on by

the time your tax gatherers are through.

Be seated, gentlemen. No need

to stand on ceremony on my account.

So you think you're overtaxed, eh?

Overtaxed, overworked and paid off

with a knife, a club or a rope.

- Why, you speak treason.

- Fluently.

I advise you to curb

that wagging tongue of yours!

It's a habit I've never formed.

You know, we Saxons aren't gonna put

up with these oppressions much longer.

Oh, you're not?

Then listen to this:

As you may know, my brother

is a prisoner of Leopold of Austria.

And from Leopold, I have received a

ransom demand of 150,000 gold marks.

That means that you, my friends...

...must collect in taxes not 2 gold marks

in the pound, but 3!

And the money's to be

turned over to me.

Why to you, Your Highness?

King Richard

appointed Longchamps regent.

I've kicked Longchamps out.

From now on, I am regent of England.

Well, confound it,

what are you goggling at?

Is it so strange that I decide to rule

when my brother's a prisoner?

Who's to say I shouldn't?

- You, Sir Mortimer of Leeds?

- Not I, Your Highness.

- You, Sir Boron?

- Nor I, Your Highness.

- You, Sir Ralf of Durham?

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