Robin Hood Page #4

And I, for one, shall not turn my back on her.

Take that crown off your head, Will,

and fill it to the brim.

We commit the soul of this boy

to your keeping, Lord.

We would ask, when he arrives

at the gates of eternity,

if you could let him in.

Goliath's got the soil turning nicely.

But for what?

- Nettles?

- Nettle soup and dandelion salad,

that'll keep us alive.

Come, Goliath. This way.

Until we get a miracle.

This way.

Marion, Sheriff.

Marion, I've been at Peper Harow,

waiting in vain

for Sir Walter to receive me.

Kindly tell him I have better things to do

than haunt his threshold.

That you have,

while robbers are roaming free in Sherwood.

That's sheriff's business.

Why don't you look to it?

Tell the old fool that next time,

I'll break his door down.

- And if he's too proud to pay...

- No, no, no, no. He's not too proud.

He's too poor.

In the name of King Richard,

you have stripped our wealth

to pay for foreign adventures.

Whilst at home, the Church,

in the name of the merciful God,

has reaped, without mercy, the largest share

of what we had set aside to feed ourselves.

Between a sheriff and a bishop,

I wouldn't care to judge

who's the greater curse

on honest English folk.

Marion,

why, oh, why do you make an enemy of me

when you have the means

to make me your protector?

What means?

If you leave now,

I will lengthen your life

by not telling my husband

of your visit when he returns home.

Your husband? After 10 years?

If he's not dead, he's rutting his way

through the brothels of the Barbary Coast.

So speaks a man of experience.

Well, think on it, Marion.

Sir Walter is dying without an heir.

Peper Harow will fall to the crown,

and you will be living in the hedgerow.

You'll be glad to come to me then.

Captain, there.

Sir, we were told

to expect 12 riders and the King.

Our beloved King is dead.

Long live the King.

And you are, sir?

Sir Robert Loxley of Nottingham. And you?

I'm the King's equerry, Sir.

Come aboard, gentlemen,

before the tide floats her. It's coming in fast.

And it's row, me bully boys

We're in a hurry, boys

We got a long way to go

Where we'll sing and we'll dance

And bid farewell to France

And row, me bully boys, row

And it's row, me bully boys

We're in a hurry boys

We got a long way to go

We'll sing and we'll dance

And bid farewell to France

And row, me bully boys, row

So what's the plan in the morning?

The boat stops at Gravesend

on the way to London.

We'll leave the honour of returning

the crown to them, and we'll be gone.

Where?

North.

Well, that suits me.

Row, me bully boys, row

But now we're returning

So lock up your daughters

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