Chapter 2

_Enter, as it were in haste, the_ PRIOR OF YORK, _the_ SHERIFF, _Justice_ WARMAN, _Steward to_ ROBIN HOOD.

PRIOR. Here, Master Warman, there's a hundred crowns For your good-will and futherance in this.

WAR. I thank you, my Lord Prior. I must away, To shun suspicion; but be resolute, And we will take him, have no doubt of it.

PRIOR. But is Lord Sentloe and the other come?

WAR. Lord Sentloe, Sir Hugh Lacy, and Sir Gilbert Broughton Are there, and as they promis'd you last night, Will help to take him, when the Sheriff comes. [_Exit_ WARMAN.

PRIOR. Awhile, farewell, and thanks to them and you. Come, Master Sheriff, the outlawry is proclaim'd, Send therefore quickly for more company, And at the back-gate we will enter in.

SHER. We shall have much ado, I am afraid.

PRIOR. No, they are very merry at a feast; A feast where Marian, daughter to Lord Lacy, Is troth-plighted to wasteful Huntington; And at the feast are my especial friends, Whom he suspects not. Come, we'll have him, man, And for your pains here is a hundred marks.

SHER. I thank your lordship: we'll be diligent.

[_Exeunt_.