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♪ Oh, I'll sing a song, a rollicky song

♪ As I roll along my way

♪ With a hay-dairy-die and a dairy-die-do

♪ And a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-day

♪ On to the tale of Robin Hood

♪ And of his Merrie Men

♪ His like you are not like to see 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 ♪

[whistles tune]

[woman] Marian.

Marian.

Tyb, isn't that daughter of mine ready to leave?

Aye, My Lord.

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

There be no other lady half so fine.

When the queen set eye on my pretty, she'll take her, My Lord, never fear.

Then find the girl quickly, good Tyb.

Unless we leave, I shall miss the king at Nottingham.

Yes, My Lord.

Marian.

Marian! Pray, take that naughty gadabout.

Playing Wool-O'-The-Wisp at a time like this. Marian!

Marian!

Master Fitzooth.

Where's that harum-scarum son of yours?

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

Find one bad penny, you'll find two.

Nay. My lad's alone in the meadow.

Drawing his bow against a willow wand.

[giggling]

Did you miss the mark again, poor fellow?

- Oh! - [laughing]

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

[woman] Marian! Marian!

[gasps] 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 is old enough to serve the queen

should be old enough to act the lady. [clucking disapproval]

Very well, then.

Inform the earl, my dear lord and father,

I will attend him presently.

You have my leave to go, good Tyb.

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.

It will come to the same thing in the end.

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

As a knight, you'd go jousting in a tournament, to please a lady,

and have your 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... - [Tyb] Marian!

- Come now! - Your father's waiting.

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.

Oooh!

Farewell, clodhopper.

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 heir.

I pledge you my 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.

[chuckling]

Welcome, Huntington.

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, sire.

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?

Marian, madam.

Marian. A sweet and gentle name.

Does your nature match it?

- If it pleased 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 answer, sheriff.

My men and I would follow our king across the seas.

Granted. The king wills it.

Find a Sheriff of Nottingham and men for him.

I will, My Lord.

[crowd cheering]

My Lord, Archbishop of Canterbury.

We ask a blessing on this, our most holy enterprise.

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 vouch safe that those who fall

may enter the glory of Thy kingdom.

[crowd] Amen.

To horse!

Advance by banner!

- God wills it. - [men] God wills it!

[choral music]

Dulacey.

My prince.

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 with 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 bestir you, man.

I shall see the finest bowmen in the kingdom wearing the sheriff's livery.

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

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

[trumpets playing fanfare]

There they are, sir. Hand-picked for their marksmanship.

I'm waiting to see them win.

[man] ♪ Good fortune have I...

[man 2] Mind you shoot well.

♪ Beware

♪ Oh, ye archers at Nottingham Fair

♪ Thy new sheriff's hirelings Beware, oh

♪ Since they levy a tax on thy chattels elsewhere

♪ They may here tax thy bow

♪ And thine arrow ♪

Fitzooth and his lad will tax the sheriff.

Aye. They'll help to bring his bullies down a peg.

- [cheering] - [trumpets play fanfare]

My Lords, the upshotties,

Clifton out, Tapers out,

Adam of Lesley, out.

[crowd murmuring]

The final match will be shot

at a distance of 120 paces.

The remaining archers

are Robin Fitzooth of Huntington...

[crowd cheering]

- ...Hugh Fitzooth of Huntington... - [cheering]

...Red Gill, in the service of the Sheriff of Nottingham.

[crowd murmuring]

The crowd are not cheering your bowmen.

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

Red Gill will win for us.

There's not a man in England can outshoot him at such a distance.

- [applause] - Lovely shot.

True and clean.

Huh! Can your tuppeny bow do better than that, my beardless whelp?

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.

[crowd cheering]

Forgive me, sir, if in beating him, I robbed you of a chance to win.

My lad, no man is beat until he admits it.

[crowd] Oooh! [applause]

Good bowmen, come forward and receive this golden arrow as your reward.

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. - [applause]

Thank you, My Queen.

To please a lady.

Your archery's vastly improved.

There was no one to meddle with my target.

Then mayhap I deserve the prize.

Thank you, Robin.

To remind me of this day wherever I may go.

- Do you leave Nottingham? - Today.

I journey with the queen to London.

God keep you.

Hear me, good yeoman.

[man] Bring out the barrel!

[sheriff] Good yeomen, hear me.

Our gracious lord, Prince John, has given a barrel of English ale

from the ripe October brewing for all you brave rogues

who drew bows before the queen.

[cheering]

Would you eat and drink of the best, then hear ye.

Every man who hit the white at 80 paces

is free to take service with me.

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

[laughter]

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

- [man 1] I'll follow. - [man 2] I'm with you.

What say you, good Fitzooth?

Would you and your son change your coats?

Twenty marks a man will be your wage at Christmastime.

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.

I'll not raise my bow against my neighbor.

- Silence! - I will not keep silence.

It's time an honest man spoke out.

- [man 1] Fitzooth speaks my mind. - [man 2] Mine too.

[men murmuring]

What do you do when the cock crows too loud?

Trim his curl.

'Tis a pity the queen will not remain in Nottingham.

- The maid with the golden arrow? - I mean the queen.

A man who defies the sheriff as you did may need her help.

I'll speak my mind as an Englishman,

and no lickspittle sheriff shall say me nay.

[groaning]

[hoofbeats approaching]

After him!

[bird chirping]

[whistling]

[playing lute]

♪ 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 Allan-a-Dale

♪ You must first drop a penny inside

[whistling tune]

♪ Oh, Robin, who is called Fitzooth

♪ 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. - [laughter]

'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.

There's many a good lad who's taken up his cause.

This will hang him.

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

You will wear your legs to your knees

before you'll find any Judas that hungry for blood money.

♪ Poor Robin Hood With a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-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 a-sing a song A rollicky song

♪ As I roll along my way

♪ With a hey-dairy-die and a dairy-die-do

♪ And a riddle-dee-riddle-dee-day-de-day With a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-day ♪

[boy] Leave them alone!

You can't take them away.

Have you questioned him?

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

I cannot pay the tax, sir.

I've paid My Lord's levy, but if you take my cattle...

What are you called?

Scathelock's my name.

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

Show me how, Sir Sheriff.

Report has it that you aided Robin Hood and know of his whereabouts.

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

Bring him along.

- Another poacher? - I caught him 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.

When your foresters had me out of house and home

whilst taxing me for gathering nuts, I fared in the forest and killed a deer.

Can 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.

After him.

[arrow ringing]

[arrow ringing]

Off with your curtals and on with your rags.

There's a need for beggaring in Nottingham Square.

[sheriff] 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.

[crowd murmuring]

Shame. Shame! Shame!

- Shame. - Shame.

[crowd shouting angrily]

[cheering]

[crowd booing]

Drive the cattle out of the square.

Where is this force of 100 new foresters you've been boasting of?

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

While a handful of outlaws enter Nottingham in daylight,

mock our justice, 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 of his men.

I give you my promise.

Oh!

- The salt will hurt, but it will heal. - [groaning] Rub away.

I'd bellow like a bull calf if you did that to me.

He'll wear no shirt for five days.

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

[arrow ringing]

Red and white, cousin Will.

What's the meaning?

Maybe friend, maybe foe. We'll go with you.

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 a staff was never a 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.

- Come on, little David. - You know how that bout ended.

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

[chuckling]

I like a man who can take his dunking.

[chuckles]

[man laughing]

Whoo! 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.

[blowing 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.

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?

You 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. Here's my hand on it.

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

- [all] Aye! - Fetch me a hatful of water.

Nay? Nay.

If he'll not have us bring water to him, we'll bring him to water.

[men laughing]

One, two, three!

[all laughing]

John Little, I dub thee "Little John."

Rise up, Little John.

[men laughing]

Are you still with us, Little John?

- I am. - [all] Hey, hey!

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 our wounds.

I know of one. A holy hermit who lives near Alfred Abbey.

Upstream from here.

He'd rather break heads than mend them.

They call him Friar Tuck.

Think not, Me Lady,

I've not brought thee to this solitary place to woo thee with words alone.

[high-pitched voice] Nay, good lad.

I will drink no wine,

lest my head be dissent with thy sweet blandishments.

Oh. [high-pitched voice] Nay, nay, nay.

[normal voice] Well, try the meat pie.

'Tis very savory.

[high-pitched voice] Well, the merest morsel may I have.

[chuckling]

[grunts]

We have meat and drink enough.

But what is meat and drink without a merry song?

[high-pitched voice] ♪ Mi mi mi mi

[low-pitched voice] ♪ Mi mi mi mi

[humming pitch]

♪ There was a lover and his lass

♪ 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 mumsy wine

Now, both together.

♪ The maiden turned her head away

♪ And answered ill at ease

[giggling]

[high-pitched voice] ♪ Is it in sport you pay me court

♪ With such low words as these?

[low-pitched voice] ♪ So... [belches]

Pardon, pretty.

♪ Come sing low, come sing high

♪ Come change thy name to mine

♪ And you shall eat my capon pie

- [Robin joins in] - ♪ And drink my mumsy wine

- [both] ♪ And drink my mumsy... ♪ - [Robin] ♪ Wine ♪

Spy on me, would you? I'll smote thee nose!

[laughing] Nay, we should not quarrel, now we've sung together so sweetly.

What seek ye here?

Why, I... 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...

Hmm...

Ah, well, the scriptures sayeth

we must bear one another's burdens.

[laughs] What marvels have I seen today?

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

Ha!

How now?

I carried you over, you can carry me back.

♪ Come sing low, come sing high

♪ Come change thy name to mine... Oh!

♪ Low, low, low, low Low, low, low, low...

[grunting]

Now, Jack Priest, the game's turned my way again.

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

[Robin humming]

Whoa!

Stand where you are.

Take the outlaw alive.

Back. You shall not interfere till I am done with him.

- Step aside, priest. - Look you.

Until our private fight is settled, your claim upon him can wait.

- Throw the priest into the river. - Stand back!

Come on.

[blowing horn]

[men shouting]

Take cover!

Come on.

[men shouting]

[whistling]

[barking]

[growling, snarling]

Call off your dog, friar. He's shown the sheriff enough sport.

- [men shouting] - [friar whistles]

Now it's our turn to do His Lordship honor.

- [men chattering] - Hey, hey!

Welcome, Me Lordship.

Welcome to Sherwood.

Oh, ho! They brought in the big buck, himself.

Must have given him a wicked appetite.

- You had good hunting, Robin? - Aye.

A lordly guest has condescended to grace our table.

Pray, be seated, My Lord.

We do not stand upon ceremony here.

[Robin] Unbind his eyes.

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

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 a bowl 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, uh, we diverted it to a nobler use.

But with it we pledge our king.

[men] To King Richard.

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.

...or prince.

- Richard of England. - [men] The king.

By the faith of my body, now that you pledged your king as a servant should,

we'll speed you on your way.

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

- [man] Aye! - [laughter]

Will you look to the reckoning, friar?

And give fair dealing as an honest son of the Church?

I will, me master.

Clear the way.

For the meal, nine pennies.

For this lad's back, nine crowns.

For the loss of my cattle, 20 shillings.

Twenty more for my barn burned and my taxes tripled.

Ten shillings more...

- Four marks for my stolen horse. - My son thrown down a well.

Roughly, one hundred and...

Two hundred shillings.

You thieving muck priest. Why don't you join them too?

God forgive me, but it seems I have already.

[laughter]

Let's see the color of Your Lordship's money.

[men] Hurray!

You'll pay for this! My men will take you yet and hang you too!

- As an example to other rebels! - Well and good.

But first, we'll make a spectacle of you.

Whereby the poor you persecute will find new courage to resist.

Adam, fetch His Lordship's horse.

Sir Sheriff, here's your saddle bow.

[all laughing]

I pray you bring good news, My Lord.

We are 30,000 marks nearer our goal.

The monasteries have melted up their plate,

hearing the king stood in need of ransom.

God bless them. What else?

Nothing.

London and southern counties have given their all,

as have the barons of the 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

on behalf of your son, Richard.

My Lord, Archbishop, he is the king's blood brother.

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

How could I guess 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 be ashamed that the poor outgive me.

Shamed, indeed.

You could spare yourself such grave humiliation

by giving until they gape and gasp at your heroic generosity.

Would that I could.

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

Your brother 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 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 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 Fitzooth,

before he took to Sherwood Forest to hide his misdeeds.

[Marian] It cannot be!

Hugh Fitzooth is my father's chief verderer.

Both he and his son, Robin, are men of honor.

Hugh Fitzooth 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 Fitzooth 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 Fitzooth. I'll prove to you his loyalty.

- I cannot, Marian. - 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 outlaws' 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 Marian, 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.

I wish Prince John would forbid me.

I've walked as far as Jerusalem, just making trips to Nottingham town.

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

Before I find him, I may trudge halfway to Sherwood Forest.

Giles!

♪ 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 hindside to fore

♪ So here's to the tail in the sheriff's hand

♪ And here's to the bowl in thine

♪ And when you have drunk to Robin Hood

♪ Pray, leave a penny in mine In mine

♪ Pray, leave a penny in mine ♪

[man] We must away now. There's work to be done.

[whistling tune]

[cock crows, cow moos]

God bless you, young master.

[man] What say you, Allan-a-Dale?

Can you give us fill the bowl?

I can, but you must go to Clipston if you want to hear it.

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

Looky, 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.

[whistling tune]

May I...

- [deeper voice] May 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 lute

be stouter than a miller's staff.

[minstrel whistling tune]

Hey, there, minstrel.

[whistling stops]

Looky.

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

- What will you have? - The one about Master Robin Hood.

- You've heard it 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.

♪ Oh, the sheriff with three score bowmen

♪ Rode out to Nottingham town

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

I trust you like the song, my masters.

- Is that all of it? - Yes.

No, sir. Uh...

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

♪ And his bold yeomanry

♪ There's no better man than Scarlet

Uh...

♪ Or Little John

♪ In all our fair country ♪

[laughter]

Nay. There's one man only shall pass the hat in Sherwood Forest.

I 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? - 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? - Friend, we are but equalizing taxes.

We do it better to music. Strike up a tune.

[plays and hums upbeat tune]

Spare me the flour and you'll have the money.

[Robin] Ah!

[minstrel continues playing tune]

- [coughing] - [minstrel continues playing]

I'll dust your coat.

Play, blast you, play.

Let me go, you monster.

Let me go!

Hey, John.

Give me that lad.

[Marian squealing]

Let me down, you white face.

- [laughing] - [Marian grunting]

Well, you're a pretty lad. And sweetly tempered.

Like a lady I used to know.

I used to know a gentleman called Robin Fitzooth

who would scorn to be a common thief.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

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.

Our band will think us common thieves, indeed, if we go back empty-handed.

[squealing]

- Hey! - Come on, minstrel.

The more the merrier.

♪ Saint Edward was for England Saint Denis was for France

♪ No saint I be, but I'll follow thee If you'll give me half a chance ♪

[whistles]

[dog barks]

[Friar Tuck] We have robbed the rich to give to the poor.

Nor have we forsaken our religion, nor forgotten our rightful king.

- Nay. - And that is the truth, every word.

As 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'd know.

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

The greenwood has its beauty and abundance.

We find freedom here.

But we're 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? - Give it to the king's ransom

tomorrow at Nottingham Square.

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

He and his nobles pretend they're too poor to give.

Prince John and that sheriff have filched enough gold to ransom the king.

That's not what the prince tells the queen.

He says you outlaws keep him poor

and you dread the king's return because it'll end your thievery.

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

- Let's give it, then. - [men] Aye!

- Come on. - [men chattering]

[coins clinking]

[Friar Tuck] Now no holding back.

Come on. There you are, Robin.

'Tis a pity there's not more.

There is more.

[cheering]

Thank you, miller.

- I must be on my way back. - Come along, then.

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

It will be safer if he alone escorts you the rest of the way.

Then trust that to me.

- God bless you all. - [men] And you, My Lady.

Goodbye.

If I could find a singer with a love song in his throat,

I'd rob the poor box to pay him his fee.

♪ Whistle, my love [whistles tune]

♪ And I will come to thee

♪ I'll always find you

♪ No matter where you may be

♪ Whistle, my love [whistles tune]

♪ I'll hear you calling me

♪ High on a hilltop

♪ Or under the greenwood tree

♪ Whistle a song I sent to you

♪ When our love was gay

♪ And every woodland breeze that blows

♪ Will bring it my way

♪ Whistle, my love [whistling tune]

♪ And I will come to thee

♪ I'll always find you

♪ No matter where you may be

♪ I'll always find you

♪ No matter where you may be ♪

Come, lass, get on my 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 'ere now.

Then I'll not double the debt.

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

So it's goodbye again.

It will always be goodbye till King Richard returns.

I fear so.

[gasping]

Do you remember the day we said goodbye?

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 Fitzooth.

Thank you, My Lady.

[Friar Tuck] Come along.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Oh, Robin, will I ever see you again?

God willing.

John of Ruckland has given 300 marks.

[crowd cheering]

Edward of Richmond is the next to give.

Tallyman, you may sum up Sir Edward's donation.

[crowd murmuring]

Four hundred and thirty.

Edward of Richmond has given 430 marks.

[crowd cheering]

Good Sir Edward, we thank thee on behalf of our beloved Richard

for thy loyal and exceeding generous gift.

[applause]

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.

[crowd murmuring]

This purse was given freely by Robin Fitzooth and his outlawed band.

And with it, their prayers for King Richard's swift return.

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

Were the sum a thousand marks, our noble king would scorn

to have us buy his freedom with the money of thieves.

Well said, sheriff. Where's your 1,000 marks?

Yeah. A thousand marks from the sheriff.

A thousand marks from the sheriff!

[crowd chanting] A thousand marks from the sheriff!

This outburst is premature.

I am confident that the sheriff is but waiting his turn

to shame us all with his munificence.

You are right, Reverend Father.

- What say you, Sir Sheriff? - My loyalty will meet the test.

Bring forth my coffer.

[crowd murmuring]

Proceed with the tally.

Eleven hundred and eighty-seven marks.

You demanded a thousand.

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.

Now God be thanked.

The deliverance of your king is assured.

[crowd cheering]

The sheriff's heart was bigger than he knew.

Three cheers for the Sheriff of Nottingham!

[all] Hurray!

[cheering continues]

Enough, good lads, set me down.

Set me down, I say!

- He said down. - So be it.

Come, lads. Back to Sherwood.

[trumpet plays fanfare]

You sent for me, My Lord?

There goes our tax money.

Tomorrow will see it on its way to Austria

to save the king it was meant to 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 archbishop are conveying the ransom through Sherwood.

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 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.

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.

My Lord, Archbishop?

This way, My Lady.

Let her go.

The queen shall hear of this.

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

Hubert,

it will be you who caught sight of someone heading for the forest tonight,

someone dressed as a page.

[arrow ringing]

Stutely. To the south!

Ho!

In the name of the king and holy Church, stand aside and let us pass.

We owe no king save Robin Hood. Search the wagon.

Halt.

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.

The outlaws!

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.

So will 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, 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 Marian away again.

Marian?

You are a sly rogue, Robin Fitzooth.

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 her safety.

[Robin] Nay, My Lady.

Let me.

Lead us to Maid Marian or forfeit your lives.

Robin!

Oh, Robin.

Quickly.

You'll have us rush the waters, 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.

Give the order.

Lower the drawbridge.

Now, Sir Sheriff, here's payment long overdue.

I beg you weigh the consequence.

Would you sign your own death warrant?

Nay, I'll do it so deft, the waters will think you fell in her faint.

Spare me, I pray.

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

So be it.

Halt that man!

[grunts]

Back.

Hey, there, minstrel, wake up and sing.

With our leader flat on his back?

What's there to sing about?

[whining]

♪ A sweet rhyming minstrel feign would I be

[bellowing] ♪ I'd sing like a nightingale

- ♪ All-dee-roll-roll - [men laughing]

♪ A sweet rhyming minstrel feign would I be

♪ I'd sing like a nightingale

♪ Tall in the 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 from noddle to knock

[all] ♪ Noddle to knock Noddle to knock

♪ We'll split Prince John from noddle to knock

♪ Noddle to knock, noddle to knock

♪ We'll split Prince John from noddle to knock

♪ Noddle to knock, noddle to knock We'll split...

Well, how's our invalid behaving this morning?

Worse than ever. Determined he's going to get up.

- What do you think you're doing? - Getting up.

You are not.

Come now.

- 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! - Hmpf!

- You drink this. - You drink it.

Pour it down his throat.

[arrow ringing]

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. - [men murmuring]

- Come you from Prince John? - I come in the king's name.

'Tis 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.

[men murmuring]

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 Fitzooth,

henceforth you shall be known as Robin, Earl of Loxley.

Rise up, Sir Robin.

[men cheering]

By the bones of St. Edward, another outlaw.

My Liege.

- Have you news of my father? - He awaits you at Huntington,

where the queen has vowed you are to marry the Earl of Loxley.

My Lord King, have I no choice?

None.

Have you naught to say, Robin Fitzooth?

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 the deed were...

[laughter]

♪ With a hey-dairy-die and a dairy-die-do

♪ And a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-day

♪ And a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-day

♪ Oh, I'll sing a song, a rollicky song

♪ As I roll along my way

♪ With a hey-dairy-die and a dairy-die-do

♪ And a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-day

♪ And a riddle-dee-diddle-dee-day ♪