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A song, a rollicky song as I roll along my way With a hey derry die and a derry

die doing a riddley diddley day Hark

to the tale of Robin Hood and of his merry men He's like you are not like to

in all the world again His bow was long, his arm was strong, and his heart was

good and true Well, did he fight?

To gain the right, and so I pray, may you.

Isn't that daughter of mine ready to leave?

Ay, my lord.

I have her ready, decked and adorned like any daffodil.

There'll be no other lady half so fine.

And when the queen set eye on my pretty, she'll take her, my lord, never fear.

Then find the girl quickly, good tib. Unless we leave within the hour, I shall

miss the king at Nottingham.

Yes, my lord.

Marion.

Marion. Please, take that naughty gadigat.

Playing will -o' -the -whisperer at a time like this? Marion!

Marion!

Master Fitzhuth!

Where's that harum -scarum son of yours?

The maid's not with Robin, if that's what you mean.

Find one bad penny, I'll find two.

Nay, my lad's alone in the meadow, drawing his bow against a willow wand.

Mr. Mark again, poor fellow?

There's more than one way to bring down a quarry.

Marion.

Marion.

Saints above now look at you.

With my lord, the earl kept waiting while you lie groveling in the dirt and

showing your garter.

A lady who was old enough to serve the queen should be old enough to act the

lady.

Well, my dear Lord and Father, I will attend him presently.

You have my leave to go, good Tip.

Well.

And you, good Rogue, have my gracious leave to pine and fret till my return.

Why should I?

To please a lady.

If I could please myself, I'd take the cross and follow my king to the Holy

Land. You'd come to the same thing in the end.

Chop off individual heads enough, you'd come back a knight.

As a knight, you'd go jostling in a tournament to please a lady and have

own head chopped off.

Ah, it'd be worth it.

Is she so passing fair?

Aye. Describe her to me, Robin.

Well, she's very...

Your father's waiting for you. I know, I know. Tell me quickly.

Well, she's tall and stately with bonny blue eyes and

golden hair.

And above all, she's sweetly tempered.

I would you were coming with us, Brother John.

I was not born to conquer kingdoms, Richard.

Then while I'm gone, you must help me govern mine.

Our Midland counties need the firm guidance of a princely hand. I pledge

faith. I will uphold and administer your laws with the strictest diligence.

Diligence, yes.

Tempered with understanding.

The strength of England stems from the well -being of her humblest peasant.

Let your first care be for our kingdom.

Your second.

For our lady mother.

A woman who has reared two sons like you can look after herself.

Welcome, Huntingdon.

Rise up, man. Do not kneel to a brother knight of the cross.

Now, truly, we can say the best and bravest of our realm are gathered here.

God make us worthy of your trust, sir.

But before we go, I have a boon to ask of the queen, your mother.

I pray you, madam.

Take my girl into your household till my return.

Come here, child.

What is your name?

Marion, madam.

Marion. A sweet and gentle name.

Does your nature match it?

If it please the queen.

Rise, then.

I will take her, and in your absence, keep her safe.

I humbly thank you, madam.

My lord king, I too would beg a boon. What, another petitioner?

Say on, sir sheriff. My men and I would follow our king across the sea.

Granted. The king wills it.

Find a new sheriff for Nottingham and men to serve him. I will, my lord.

Prince Bishop of Canterbury, we ask a blessing on this armor's holy

Almighty God, Lord of battles, lead the armies of the cross to the holy places

and give them, we beseech thee, victory in the coming strife.

Grant wisdom and guidance to the princes of Christendom.

And vouchsafe that those who fall may enter the glory of thy kingdom.

To

horse!

A heavy responsibility rests upon me from this hour.

Kings have died on crusades.

The prince in line for the succession needs men about him he can trust.

My lord, I am yours as blade to hilt.

Good.

You shall be my new sheriff of Nottingham.

As sheriff, you will enforce the trespass laws in Sherwood Forest, not

Richard's lenient hand, but to the very letter of those laws.

For such a task, we'll need a larger posse. We'll need an army. Aye, an army.

An army of hard shooters.

Men that can feather their arrows at ten score yards should their prince so much

as whisper his command.

Can your estate maintain so large a force?

Our men will maintain themselves.

Gathering my new taxes.

My lord, you have a kingly mind.

Then bestow you man.

I shall look to see the finest bowmen in the kingdom wearing the sheriff's

livery. Give me about a fortnight and I'll have such men enlisted. Good.

You shall show me what they can do at the shooting match at Nottingham Fair.

There they are, sir.

Handpicked for their martyrship.

I'm waiting to see them win.

Good fortune has been given to us now.

Beware.

Oh, ye arches at Nottingham Fair.

Of our new sheriff's hirelings.

Beware, oh.

Since they levy a tax on thy chattels elsewhere.

They may here tax thy bow.

They'll help to bring his bullies down a peg

of 120 paces.

The remaining archers are Robin Fitzhuth of Huntington.

Hugh Fitzhuth of Huntington.

Red Gill in the service of the Sheriff of Nottingham.

The crowd are not cheering your Berman, Sheriff.

My men have been gathering some small part of the new taxes, my lord.

Redgill will win for us.

There's not a man in England who can out -shoot him at such a distance.

How do better than that, my beardless waltz?

Don't be distracted, lad.

You must expect such rudeness from the men who serve our new sheriff.

Their manners but match their deeds of late.

Forgive me, sir. I've been beating him. I've robbed you of a chance to win.

No man is beat until he admits it.

Well and truly have you won it. My Lady Paramount, I beg a favor of your grace.

Give the prize to him whose arrow hit the mark first, and no less truly than

mine.

Well said, good yeoman.

Thank you, my Queen.

To please a lady?

Your archery is vastly improved.

There was no one to meddle with my target.

Then mayhap I deserve the prize.

Thank you, Robin.

It will remind me of this day wherever I may go.

Do you leave Nottingham?

Today? I journey with the Queen to London.

God keep you.

good yeoman.

Good yeoman, hear me.

Our gracious Lord Prince John has given a barrel of English ale of the ripe

October brewing for all you brave rogues who drew bows before the Queen.

At 80 paces, he's free to take service with me.

I'll have high bows only, no dribblers and squirters.

If you'll be men of mine, step forward.

I'll follow.

Aye, I'm with you.

What say you, good Fitzhuth?

Will you and your son change your coats?

Twenty marks a man will be your wage at Christmas time.

I will not change my coat.

Nor will my lad change his.

In the old days, I'd have been proud to wear King Richard's livery.

But a forester in Sherwood nowadays is no better than a tax gatherer or a

sheriff's bully.

You'll not tempt me to raise my bow against my neighbor. Silence!

I will not keep silence.

It's time an honest man spoke out.

It's who speaks my mind.

And mine, too.

What do you do when the cock crows too loud?

Tremors come.

It is a pity the Queen will not remain in Nottingham.

And the maid with the golden arrow?

No, I mean the Queen.

A man who defies the new sheriff, as you did, may have need of her help.

I'll speak my mind as an Englishman.

A no -licks little sheriff shall say me nay.

I've tidings to tell, and new songs as well, of the wonders I've seen far and

wide. But if you'd hear a tale from Alan O'Dale, you must first drop a penny

inside.

Oh, Robin, who was called Fitzsue, is dwelling in the wood.

His coat is changed to Lincoln Green, and his name to Robin Hood.

Now Robin Hood doth hunt the deer that in the woodlands prance, but

oft times shoots the sheriff's men by sorrowful mischance.

Aye, but Robin, he had good cause.

Tis known who murdered his father.

Harken! Harken!

Having been informed of the felonies, robberies and murders, committed by the

man known as Robin Hood, our liege, Lord Prince John, has pronounced upon Robin

Hood sentence of outlawry.

You must catch Robin Hood before you can hang him, and you'll find he's not

alone.

As many a good lad has taken up his cause.

This'll hang him.

With 40 marks on his head, his best friend'll fetch him in.

You sheriff's men will wear your links to your knees before you'll find... And

any Judas that hungry for blood money.

Poor Robin Hood.

Poor Robin Hood.

With a riddle -y, diddle -y day.

He robs the rich to aid the poor.

A most unusual practice.

But now that he has been outlawed...

He needn't pay his taxes.

Oh, I'll sing a song, a rollicky song as I roll the songs away.

With the hey -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -de

Have you questioned him?

He's only a poor jackrabbit who will not pay his tax.

I cannot pay the tax.

I've paid my lord's levy, but if you take my cattle... What are you called?

Skateslock's my name.

Will you keep your cattle and go free of the tax?

Show me how, sir.

Report has it that you gave aid to the outlaw Robin Hood and know of his

whereabouts.

Lead us to him, and our reward will pay your tax thrice over.

Another poacher? Called it red -handed shooting the king's deer.

I had no other meat.

To pay the tax to graze my swine, I sold my calf.

For the tax to build a sheepfold, I sacrificed my pigs.

And when your forester set me out of house and home whilst taxing me for

gathering hazelnuts, I fared into the forest and killed a deer.

Shall we give him his ears to eat?

Nay. Use your knife on the deer.

Bring me the hide to Nottingham Square and this carrion with it, and he shall

have his belly full of our hospitality.

Your cattle's in home with their rags. There's a need for beggarmen in

Nottingham Square.

Hoist him up.

Let this be a warning to all who would break our Midland laws.

If there be others amongst you who think to live by poaching, the evasion of

taxes and the shielding of outlaws, behold the punishment I have in store.

Begin.

a hundred new foresters you've been boasting of.

Throughout the countryside, gathering the tax money it takes to maintain them.

While a handful of outlaws dare enter Nottingham in broad daylight, mock our

justice and put us to shame before the townsmen.

My lord, I am guilty of holding this Robin Hood too lightly.

On the morrow, I myself will lead a full force against him.

Before I return, I will rid Sherwood Forest of this outlaw and every last one

his men.

I give you my promise.

This also hurts, but it'll heal.

Rubber weight.

Bellow like a bull calf if you did that to me.

You'll wear no shirt for five days.

I'll not wait so long to put on Lincoln Green.

What's the meaning? Maybe a friend, maybe a foe. We'll go with you, Robin.

Nay, if I need your help, I'll call.

Stand aside, fellow.

Wherefore?

To let the better man pass.

Then you stand aside.

Were you as tall as your pride, Goliath, this would bring you down.

An arrow against the staff was never the man's game.

By my faith, no man's ever put the coward's name on me.

Will you wait here while I cut a cudgel?

Aye.

Oh, you know how that bout ended.

Well done, lad. I'll pay you back if I can.

Beat me with bow strings if I dispute any more bridges with you.

You've cracked my head, soaked my hide, and drowned my hunting horn.

How are you known?

I'm called John Little.

I seek a prescribed and banished man named Robin Hood.

To what end? To join him, and I care not who knows it.

Well, he's not far off.

How now, good Master Robin.

Be you Robin Hood? I be.

Well now, John Little, I hope you hold no hard thoughts for the drubbing I gave

you.

None.

Would you be of a mind to join us, John Little?

We would eat fresh meat every day, sleep soft, have money in your poke.

So be it, you shoot your own meat and make your own bed and collect your own

wages. To give to poor souls in greater need.

I'm your man.

There's my hand on it.

What say you, lads? Shall we christen our infant?

Aye! Fetch me a hat full of water.

Nay.

Nay, if you'll not have us bring water to him, we'll bring him to water.

up, little John.

Are you still with us, little John?

I am.

By all the saints' will, Scarlet, you christen like a true churchman.

Yet I wish we had some man in holy orders to care for our souls and look to

wounds. I know of one, a holy hermit who lives near Arford Abbey, upstream from

here.

But he'd rather break heads than mend them.

They call him Friar Tuck.

not me, lady, I'd have brought thee to this solitary place to woo thee with

words alone.

Nay, nay, nay, good lad, I will drink no wine, lest my head be dizzied with thy

sweet blandishments.

Be long.

Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.

Well then, try the meat pie.

It is very savoury.

Well,

the nearest morsel may have.

We have meat and drink enough.

But what is meat and drink without a merry song?

Me, me, me, me, me, me. Me, me, me, me, me, me, me.

There was a lover and his nest sat neath a spreading

oak. And lest his heart should break apart, the doting lover spoke.

Come, sing low.

Come sing high, come change thy name to mine.

And you shall eat my capon pie and drink my momsy wine.

Now, both together.

The maiden turned her head away and answered ill at ease.

Is it in sport you pay me court with such low words as...

You shall eat my capon pie and drink my mom'sy wine.

And drink my mom'sy wine.

I am the good year. Give me a little time, Snoopy nose.

Nay, nay. We should not quarrel who have sung together so sweetly.

What seat do you hear?

Why, I come but to pray.

In yonder abbey.

Is there no bridge?

None. But since you go to pray, I'll not stop you from wading across, as others

do. Oh, thank you.

Your kindness tempts me to ask a greater boon.

Would you lend me the breadth of your back to carry me over the stream?

Since you press me with such arguments...

Well, the scripture says we must bear one another's burdens.

What marvels have I seen today?

A friar singing a love song and a horse quoting scripture.

How now?

I carry you over.

You can carry me back.

Come seeing low, come seeing high, come change thy name to mine.

Now,

Jack

Priest, the game's turned my way again.

I'm still of a mind to gain the further shore.

De de de de de de de.

Stand where you are.

Take the outlaw alive.

Stand back. You shall not interfere until I'm done with him.

Step aside, priest.

Look you.

Until our private front is settled, your claim upon him can wait. Throw the

prating priest into the river. Stand back.

He's shown the sheriff enough sport.

Now it's our turn to do his lordship honour.

Welcome, my lord sheriff.

Welcome to Sherwood.

They brought in the big buck himself.

Must have given him a wicked appetite.

And good hunting, Master Robin. Aye, a lordly guest has condescended to grace

our table.

Pray be seated, my lord.

We do not stand upon ceremony here.

Unbind his eyes.

No man in England's been at greater pains to have a look at our home in the

Greenwood.

Surely, my lord, you'll not disdain our fare.

I have no taste for venison killed by poachers.

Can you put an edge on his appetite, Stutely?

Fill him up out of ale. Help him wash it down.

You eat and drink of the best when you dine with us.

That ale's of the ripe October brewing.

The Bishop of Hereford was sending it to you, but we diverted it to a nobler

use.

Well, with it, we pledge our King.

My Lord Sheriff.

On your feet, sir.

I'll give you a health.

Here's to Richard of England.

Speak up, man.

Here's to Richard of England.

God grant him health and long life.

God grant him health and long life.

And bring confusion on his enemies, be they peasant... And bring confusion on

his enemies, be they peasant... Or prince.

Richard of England.

By the faith of my body, now that you've pledged

your king as a loyal servant should, we'll speed you on your way.

That is, when he's paid for his chair.

Aye.

Will you look to the reckoning, good friar, and give fair dealing as an

son of the church?

I will be, master.

Clear away.

For the meal, nine pennies.

For this lad's back, nine crowns.

For the loss of my cattle, 20 shillings. Twenty shillings. Twenty more for my

barn burn, for my taxes tripled. Ten shillings more for my... Five for my...

Four marks for my son... My son thrown down a well.

Roughly one hundred and... Two hundred shillings.

You thieving mock priest, why don't you join them too?

God forgive me, but it seems I have already.

Come, let's see that colour of your lordship's money.

Well and good.

But first we'll make a spectacle of you, whereby the poor you persecute will

find new courage to resist.

Adam, catch his lordship's horse.

I pray you bring good news, my lord.

We are 30 ,000 marks nearer, I'll go.

The monasteries have melted up their plate, hearing that the kings stood in

of ransom. God bless them.

What else?

Nothing.

London and the southern counties have given their all, as have the barons of

north. Yet a fourth of the ransom is still to be raised.

Have no fear, my lord.

The wealth of our Midland counties will provide that amount and more.

We can rely on Prince John.

Madam, your son, Prince John, has refused to contribute one stiver in

your son, King Richard. My Lord Archbishop, he is the king's blood

He shall not hold back money in face of the king's mead.

How could I guess that the royal coffers would not supply the ransom?

You could have listened to my messengers.

They didn't reach me.

But now that I know my brother's plight, upon the morrow I'll order a public

donation in Nottingham Square.

Even though I'd be ashamed if the poor outgave me.

Shamed indeed.

You could spare yourself such grave humiliation by giving until they gape

gasp at your heroic generosity.

Would that I could.

The truth is that my nobles and I alike are impoverished. Your brother Richard

gave you the ordering of eight earldoms.

Do their rents and tax monies yield you no revenue?

The money goes out as fast as it comes in.

I've been forced to recruit and support hundreds of foresters, well nigh an

army. To protect whom against what?

To protect the realm.

Against a cursed outlaw who loots the countryside.

With his stolen wealth, he's bribed a following so numerous that he threatens

our state with civil war.

Who is this outlaw?

Robin Hood.

He that was named Robin Fitzhuth before he took to Sherwood Forest to hide his

misdeeds.

It cannot be.

Hugh Fitzhuth is my father's chief murderer.

Both he and his son Robin are men of honor.

Hugh Fitzhuth is dead.

He was killed for shooting a king's forester in the back.

His son has murdered three score foresters since.

Whoever killed Hugh Fitzhuth...

Murdered the king's most loyal subject.

Loyal subject, indeed.

Good, madam.

He could have been no less.

As for the son, Robin and I were playmates at Huntington.

I've known him all my life.

And I know he loves the king.

He loves him better in a foreign prison.

Once we bring Richard and his army back, your outlaw dare not ply his trade.

Send me to Robin, Fitzhugh.

I'll prove to you his loyalty.

I cannot marry him. But with an escort.

I have you in trust from your father.

Let her go seek out her swain.

If the earl's proud daughter has already been nicked by Cupid's darts, what harm

can outlaw's arrows do?

I pray you, madam.

No, my child. But my lady. Enough.

You shall not set foot outside the castle walls.

Good morrow, my lady.

Good morrow, Giles.

Mistress Marion, why so sad?

If there's anything I can do, my lady, you've but to command me.

The Queen's forbidden me to leave the castle.

I wish Prince John would forbid me.

I've walked as far as Jerusalem and back, just making trips to Nottingham

I'm on my way there now to fetch the sheriff.

And before I find him, I may trudge halfway to Sherworth Forest.

John?

Oh, the sheriff with three score bowmen rode out of Nottingham town.

But Robin Hood left those bowmen a -gasping on the ground.

Oh, the sheriff, he dined with Robin Hood.

And when he had paid the score...

Back to Nottingham spurred, but from what I heard, he rode hindsight to

four. So, here's to the tail in the sheriff's hand, and here's to the bowl

thine.

And when you have drunk to Robin Hood, pray leave a penny in mine, in mine.

Pray leave a penny in mine.

God bless you, young master.

What say you, Alan O'Dale?

Can you give us Phil the bowl?

I can.

But you must go to Clipston if you want to hear it.

Save for this, young gentleman, a small regard for a minstrel here.

Lookie, to reach Clipston, you must pass through Sherwood Forest.

And if you meet the man you sing about, you'll wish yourself safe back here.

I keep you company.

Aye, lad.

And welcome.

Hey, Midge.

Ain't you afraid of outlaws, neither?

It would be shame on England if a minstrel's loot be stouter than a

staff.

Hey, there.

Minstrel.

I'll have you sing me a song right now.

What'll you have?

The one about Master Robin Hood.

Heard that already.

It would do no harm to hear it again.

If Master Robin chanced to hear it, it would show him we're on his side, aye?

Aye.

Oh, the sheriff with three score bowmen rode out of Nottingham Town.

But Robin Hood left those bowmen a -gasping on the... I

trust

you like the song, my masters?

Read all of it?

Oh, yes.

No, sir.

Now, here's to good, kind Robin Hood.

And his bold yeomanry.

There's no better man than Scarlet.

Or little John.

In all our fair country.

Nay, that one man only shall pass the hat in Sherwood Forest.

I've spent my last penny.

Good sir, Midge the Miller is known far and wide as a poor honest tradesman with

no money at all.

Midge the Miller is known as Midge the Miser.

What's in that bag?

There's naught in the sack but flour.

Oh, then I'll empty it out.

And if there's no gold, I'll pay you for the flour.

But if I find gold in the bottom of the bag, then we'll help you make a

contribution to the poor.

Good master, I beg of you.

Would you rob a poor miller? My friend, we are but equalizing the taxes.

And we do it better to musics.

Strike up a tune.

Spare me the flour and you shall have the money.

Ah.

Play, Blaston, play!

Well,

you're a pretty lad. And sweetly tempered.

Like a lady I used to know. And I used to know a gentleman called Robin

Fitzsuth. who would scorn to be a common thief.

Come now, Miller, tell the page you enjoyed the sport as much as we.

No man's a miser who gives blows so freely.

Persuade him to join us if you can, little John.

Our band will think us common thieves indeed if we go back to camp empty

-handed.

Oh, come on, minstrel, the more the merrier.

Oh, St.

Edward was for England, St. Dennis was for France. No saint I be, but I'll

follow thee if you'll give me half a chance.

We have robbed the rich.

Nor have we forsaken our religion or forgotten our rightful king.

And that is the truth. Every word is I have hope of heaven.

Well, my lady, have my men persuaded you to join us too? They've convinced me of

their honesty.

Yet one thing I know.

If you could choose otherwise, would you still be outlaws?

The Greenwood has its beauty and abundance.

We find freedom here.

But... We are banished men, my lady.

Many have wives and children, and some lack wives who want them.

Then give me every penny you possess.

What would you do with the money?

I'd give it towards the king's ransom tomorrow at Nottingham Square.

Then everyone could see how much more loyal you are than Prince John.

He and his nobles pretend they're too poor to give as they should. Prince John

and that muddy, grubbing sheriff have filched enough gold to ransom the king

twice over.

That's not what the prince tells the queen.

He says you outlaws keep him poor and that you dread the king's return because

it will end your thievery.

There can be but one answer to a lie so monstrous.

Let's give it then.

Come on.

Now, lads, no holding back.

It is a pity there's not more.

There is more.

Thank you, Miller.

Now I must bear my way back to Nottingham. Come along, then.

Friar Tuck and I will see you sheltered in Alford Abbey for tonight.

But on the morrow, it'll be safer if he alone is scorched for the rest of the

way. Then trust that to me.

God bless you all.

Goodbye.

If I could find a singer with a love song in his throat, I'd rob the poor box

pay him his fee.

Whistle my love.

And I will... Come to thee I'll always

find you No matter where you may be

Whistle my love I'll hear

you calling me High on a

hilltop Or under the greenwood tree

Whistler song I sang to you when our love was gay.

And every woodland breezed it below.

I'll always find you, no matter where you may be.

I'll always find you, no matter

where you may be.

Come, lads.

Get on me back, and I'll wade you across the stream before you can say Robin

Hood. Did I ask you the loan of your back?

You have air now.

Then I'll not double the debt.

I'll go ahead to the abbey and bespeak a night's lodging for me lady.

Sir, it's goodbye again.

It will always be goodbye till King Richard returns.

Do you remember the day we said goodbye at Huntingdon?

I do.

And you were wishing to join the crusade and go to the Holy Land?

Yes.

It's well for England that you didn't.

I wonder.

You're serving your king better here, Robin Fitzsuth.

Thank you, my lady.

Good -bye.

Good -bye.

Oh, Robin.

Will I ever see you again?

God willing.

has given 300 marks.

Edward of Bridgeford is the next to give.

Tell him, man, you may sum up Sir Edward's donation.

430.

Edward of Bridgeford has given 430 marks.

Good,

Sir Edward.

We thank thee on behalf of our beloved Richard.

for thy loyal and exceeding generous gift.

Marian.

My lady, I beg your forgiveness.

I did not act from willful disobedience.

Love of England compelled me to seek out the king's real friends and prove to

you their loyalty.

This purse was given freely by Robin Fitzsuth and his outlawed band, and with

their prayers for King Richard Swift's return.

Should such tainted coin be mingled with the gifts of honourable men?

With a sum of thousand marks, our noble king would scorn to have us by his

freedom with the blood money of thieves.

Well said, sheriff.

Where's your thousand marks?

Yea, a thousand marks from the sheriff!

A thousand marks from the sheriff!

premature. I am confident that the sheriff is but awaiting his turn to

all with his munificence.

You are right, Reverend Father.

What say you, Sir Sheriff?

My lords, you'll find my loyalty will meet the test.

Bring forth my copper.

Proceed with the tally.

1187 marks.

You demanded 1 ,000.

I have given nigh on 1 ,200.

Though the gift has left me penniless, I feel no shame if my poverty will aid

the safe release of our sovereign lord, King Richard.

For such a cause, I would to heaven I could give 10 ,000 more.

Heaven has heard you, my lord high sheriff.

be thanked.

The deliverance of your king is assured.

The sheriff's heart was bigger than he knew.

Three cheers for the sheriff of Nottingham!

He sat down. Don't be a... Come,

lads. Back to Sherwood.

You sent for me, my lord?

There goes our tax money.

Tomorrow we'll see it on its way to Austria, to save the king it was meant

overthrow.

Have you those among your bowmen you would trust on a desperate venture?

Men who hate Robin Hood and fear the king's return as much as you and I?

I have indeed, sir, many such.

What would you have them do?

disguise themselves as the outlaws of Robin Hood, and steal our money back.

Here, my lord?

No.

Tomorrow, when the Queen and the Archbishop are conveying the ransom

Sherwood Forest.

It's a brave plan.

We could succeed but for the girl.

Maid Marian?

She's mingled amongst the real outlaws, met them face to face.

She alone could see through our deception.

Then she shall not accompany the Queen.

Hubert, bring the Lady Marian to this chamber.

Let her believe that His Grace the Archbishop requests her presence here.

As for you, Sir Sheriff, send forth your men at dawn dressed in their accustomed

livery. Bid them ride a full 20 miles down the great road through Sherwood

Forest. There they may lie in wait for the convoy.

And when they've done the deed, let them return to the castle straight, bringing

the money in their saddlebags.

An order, Archbishop.

This way, my lady.

She'll not be pleased to learn you've slipped off again to join your outlaw

lover.

Hubert, I think it will be you who caught sight of someone heading for the

forest tonight.

Someone dressed as a page.

Stutely. To the south!

No!

In the name of the King and Holy Church, Stand aside and let us pass.

We are no kings save Robin Hood. Search the way.

Hold.

Put down that chest.

Do you hear me?

I am Eleanor, Queen of England.

Down on your knees, you traitorous dogs.

Bring out those chests, I say.

Pay no heed to the old bellwether.

I pray you are unharmed, my queen.

No thanks to your cutthroat knaves.

They were no men of mine.

Stutely.

These will tell you whose men they really were.

Tell this.

Are you one of us?

Then whom do you serve?

The sheriff of Nottingham.

Who serves Prince John.

Would you discover the brain behind the stratagem?

God bless you, Robin Fitzsuth, for the deed you have done this day.

The king shall hear of you and your stout lads.

And I shall even forgive you for stealing my lady Marion away again.

Marion?

You're a sly rogue, Robin Fitzsuth.

My lady, I've not seen her.

Where is the maid? She left the castle last night.

At least, John told you so.

We shall return at once.

We must move on.

Our first duty is to the king. But I have a duty to this girl. I must see to

safety. Nay, my lady.

Let me.

Lead us to Maid Marian, or you'll forfeit your lives.

Robin!

Oh, Robbie.

Let us lower the drawbridge.

Nay, we came as sheriff's men. We'll leave as such.

Escort to a queen's lady.

When the drawbridge is lowered, ride out in good order.

Lower the drawbridge.

How's the sheriff?

Here's payment long overdue.

I beg you weigh the consequence.

Would you sign your own death warrant?

I'll do it so deaf the warders will think you fell in a faint.

Spare me, I pray.

I swear on my honor as a knight, I would not cry out if you but spare me.

So be it.

SHUT UP MAN!

Hey there, minstrel, wake up and sing.

With our leader flat on his back, what's there to sing about?

A sweet rhyming minstrel, fain would I be.

I'd sing like a nightingale, all dear old Raoul.

A sweet rhyming minstrel thing would I be.

I'd sing like a nightingale tall in a tree.

I'd sing of good Robin Hood, wounded and sick.

I'd sing of our king, may he hurry back quick.

I'd sing of Prince John, be it only to mock.

If he comes here, we'll split him.

Well, how's our invalid behaving this morning?

Worse than ever.

Determined he's going to get up.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Getting up.

You are not.

A sup of barley broth.

I'm sick to death of barley broth.

And what's more, I've been bullied long enough by you and that... that turnip

-faced friar.

Now you drink this. You drink it.

Pour it down his throat.

Stay in the shelter of the cave.

Which of you is Robin Hood?

I am.

What seek you here?

I come to rid this forest of outlaws.

Come you from Prince John?

I come in the king's name.

It is ever in the king's name, no matter what the abuse may be.

And the true king not here to disclaim it.

Take off your hood.

Don't think to order me.

Take your hood off or I'll knock it about your ears from here to Nottingham.

Pardon our rash, unwitting words, my lord king.

I'll forgive you more than that.

England stands deep in debt to you, and to all your brave bowmen.

Robin Fitzsuth.

Henceforth you shall be known as Robin Earl of Loxley.

Rise up, Sir Robin.

By the bones of St. Edward, another outlaw.

Have you news of my father?

He awaits you at Huntingdon, where the Queen has vowed you are to marry the

of Loxley.

My Lord King, have I no choice?

None.

or to say Robin Fitzsoup?

Who am I to question the dictates of the Queen Mother and of my sovereign king?

Well said, my Earl of Loxley.

My gracious sovereign, I trust that in deed and word I will...

With a hey derry die, and a derry die do, and a riddle -a -diddle -a -day -day

-day, and a riddle -a -diddle -a -day.

Oh, I'll sing a song, a rollicky song as I roll along my way, with a hey derry

die, and a derry die do, and a riddle -a -diddle -a -day -day -day, and a riddle

-a -diddle -a -day.