Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock (rooftoppers TXT) ๐
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โAnd you may add, friar,โ said Marian, โthat Robin, no less than Richard, is king in his own dominion; and that if his subjects be fewer, yet are they more uniformly loyal.โ
โI would, fair lady,โ said the stranger, โthat thy latter observation were not so true. But I nothing doubt, Robin, that if Richard could hear your friar, and see you and your lady, as I now do, there is not a man in England whom he would take by the hand more cordially than yourself.โ
โGramercy, sir knight,โ said Robinโโ But his speech was cut short by Little John calling, โHark!โ
All listened. A distant trampling of horses was heard. The sounds approached rapidly, and at length a group of horsemen glittering in holyday dresses was visible among the trees.
โGodโs my life!โ said Robin, โwhat means this? To arms, my merrymen all.โ
โNo arms, Robin,โ said the foremost horseman, riding up and springing from his saddle: โhave you forgotten Sir William of the Lee?โ
โNo, by my fay,โ said Robin; โand right welcome again to Sherwood.โ
Little John bustled to re-array the disorganised economy of the table, and replace the dilapidations of the provender.
โI come late, Robin,โ said Sir William, โbut I came by a wrestling, where I found a good yeoman wrongfully beset by a crowd of sturdy varlets, and I staid to do him right.โ
โI thank thee for that, in Godโs name,โ said Robin, โas if thy good service had been to myself.โ
โAnd here,โ said the knight, โis thy four hundred pound; and my men have brought thee an hundred bows and as many well-furnished quivers; which I beseech thee to receive and to use as a poor token of my grateful kindness to thee: for me and my wife and children didst thou redeem from beggary.โ
โThy bows and arrows,โ said Robin, โwill I joyfully receive: but of thy money, not a penny. It is paid already. My Lady, who was thy security, hath sent it me for thee.โ
Sir William pressed, but Robin was inflexible.
โIt is paid,โ said Robin, โas this good knight can testify, who saw my Ladyโs messenger depart but now.โ
Sir William looked round to the stranger knight, and instantly fell on his knee, saying, โGod save King Richard.โ
The foresters, friar and all, dropped on their knees together, and repeated in chorus: โGod save King Richard.โ
โRise, rise,โ said Richard, smiling: โRobin is king here, as his lady hath shown. I have heard much of thee, Robin, both of thy present and thy former state. And this, thy fair forest-queen, is, if tales say true, the lady Matilda Fitzwater.โ
Marian signed acknowledgment.
โYour father,โ said the king, โhas approved his fidelity to me, by the loss of his lands, which the newness of my return, and many public cares, have not yet given me time to restore: but this justice shall be done to him, and to thee also, Robin, if thou wilt leave thy forest-life and resume thy earldom, and be a peer of Coeur-de-Lion: for braver heart and juster hand I never yet found.โ
Robin looked round on his men.
โYour followers,โ said the king, โshall have free pardon, and such of them as thou wilt part with shall have maintenance from me; and if ever I confess to priest, it shall be to thy friar.โ
โGramercy to your majesty,โ said the friar; โand my inflictions shall be flasks of canary; and if the number be (as in grave cases I may, peradventure, make it) too great for one frail mortality, I will relieve you by vicarious penance, and pour down my own throat the redundancy of the burden.โ
Robin and his followers embraced the kingโs proposal. A joyful meeting soon followed with the baron and Sir Guy of Gamwell: and Richard himself honoured with his own presence a formal solemnization of the nuptials of our lovers, whom he constantly distinguished with his peculiar regard.
The friar could not say, Farewell to the forest, without something of a heavy heart: and he sang as he turned his back upon its bounds, occasionally reverting his head:
Ye woods, that oft at sultry noon Have oโer me spread your messy shade: Ye gushing streams, whose murmured tune Has in my ear sweet music made, While, where the dancing pebbles show Deep in the restless fountain-pool The gelid waterโs upward flow, My second flask was laid to cool: Ye pleasant sights of leaf and flower: Ye pleasant sounds of bird and bee: Ye sports of deer in sylvan bower: Ye feasts beneath the greenwood tree: Ye baskings in the vernal sun: Ye slumbers in the summer dell: Ye trophies that this arm has won: And must ye hear your friarโs farewell?But the friarโs farewell was not destined to be eternal. He was domiciled as the family confessor of the earl and countess of Huntingdon, who led a discreet and courtly life, and kept up old hospitality in all its munificence, till the death of King Richard and the usurpation of John, by placing their enemy in power, compelled them to return to their greenwood sovereignty; which, it is probable, they would have before done from choice, if their love of sylvan liberty had not been counteracted by their desire to retain the friendship of Coeur-de-Lion. Their old and tried adherents, the friar among the foremost, flocked again round their forest-banner; and in merry Sherwood they long lived together, the lady still retaining her former name of Maid Marian, though the appellation was then as much a misnomer as that of Little John.
THE END.
Footnotes:
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[ Roasting by a slow fire for the love of God.]
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[ Of these lines all that is not in italics belongs to Mr. Wordsworth: Resolution and Independence.]
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[ Harp-it-on: or, a corruption of (greek โErpeton), a creeping thing.]
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