bold Robin Hood is a
forester
good,
As ever drew bow in the merry greenwood:
At his bugle's shrill singing the echoes are ringing,
The wild deer are springing for many a rood;
Its summons we follow, through brake, over hollow,
The thrice-blown shrill summons of bold Robin Hood.
As ever drew bow in the merry greenwood:
At his bugle's shrill singing the echoes are ringing,
The wild deer are springing for many a rood;
Its summons we follow, through brake, over hollow,
The thrice-blown shrill summons of bold Robin Hood.
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the statu-quo-ite, and the Rev. Dr. Gaster, who has gained fame by
a learned dissertation on the art of stuffing a turkey. These four
worthies spend Christmas at Headlong Hall, where each discourses in
season and out of season on his particular conception of the universe.
In Dr. Gaster, Peacock satirizes the English clergy; but he makes
amends for his fun at their expense by drawing the charming Dr.
Folliott in Crotchet Castle,' and Dr. Opimian in 'Gryll Grange. '
These are clergymen of the old school, Tories, whose knowledge of
Greek is only equaled by their knowledge of fish-sauces and old
Madeira. Peacock was too much of an epicurean and Grecian him-
self not to recognize and pay tribute to such merits.
His most biting satire is directed rather against the chimeras of
contemporary poets and philosophers. Although he was a true friend
of Shelley, he caricatures him, in a kindly enough spirit, in the hero
of Nightmare Abbey,' young Sycthrop, who is in love with two
women at once. Byron is held up to ridicule as Mr. Cypress, and
Coleridge as Mr. Flosky. For the dreamy mystical poet of the
'Ancient Mariner,' Peacock could have little sympathy. He intro-
duces him into 'Crotchet Castle' as Mr. Skionar, "a great dreamer
who always dreams with his eyes open, or with one eye open at any
rate, which is an eye to gain," a palpable injustice to Coleridge,
who never knew how to take care of himself. Southey was, however,
Peacock's pet detestation. As Sackput, he makes of the poet a mon-
ument to his ironical contempt.
His own life is in part explanatory of his peculiar aversion to cer-
tain contemporary institutions and classes of people. He was born
October 1785, at Weymouth, England, the only child of Samuel Pea-
cock, a merchant of London. His mother, Sarah Love, had several
relatives in the English navy, from whom Peacock gained his knowl-
edge of shipping, which he afterwards turned to good account in the
service of the East India Company. He was sent to a private school
at eight years of age, remaining there until he was thirteen. After
that time his education was carried on by himself. A residence in
London enabled him to do an enormous amount of classical reading
in the British Museum. How wide that reading was, is shown by the
variety and number of the classical quotations sown through his nov-
els. As a self-educated man, he had an unbounded contempt for the
universities, and he lost no opportunity of expressing it.
From 1808 to 1809 he was under-secretary to Sir Home Popham,
on board H. M. S. Venerable; but the occupation was not congenial
to him, and he resigned his position. Later he took up his residence
in Wales. At Nant Gwillt, near Rhaydar, in 1812, he made the
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acquaintance of Shelley and his child-wife Harriet. By some con-
tradiction of his nature, he formed a close and lasting friendship
with the ethereal poet, of whom he has left a very just though sym-
pathetic biography. In this biography he draws what is perhaps the
most authentic portrait of the unfortunate Harriet. He does justice
to her physical charms, and to her purity of character. In 1816 he
published Headlong Hall'; in 1817 Melincourt'; in 1818 'Nightmare
Abbey'; in 1822 (Maid Marian'; in 1829 (The Misfortunes of Elplim';
and in 1831 Crotchet Castle. ' In 1819 Peacock had obtained a
clerkship in the examiner's office of the East India Company. He
continued in its employ until 1856, when he retired on a pension, and
was succeeded by John Stuart Mill. From 1831 to 1852 he published
nothing. His last novel, 'Gryll Grange,' was published when he was
an old man in the seventies. He died in 1866.
During the long period of his life he stood apart from the world
of his contemporaries. He was not in sympathy with it, although he
understood it. Peacock was in sympathy with nothing which took
itself seriously. For this reason he hated the Scotch reviewers,
especially Jeffrey and his school; he hated the universities; he hated
reformers, who are always intense and literal. Peacock's works, aside
from their literary value, are important for the light they throw upon
the intellectual peculiarities of Englishmen in the first half of this
century. The historical value of satire has been apparent since the
days of Aristophanes. As Lucian lets the reader into the highly
colored intellectual world of the second century, so Peacock reveals
the colors of nineteenth-century thought in his ironical novels.
He himself is a pagan of the decadence. He takes the world with
exquisite nonchalance, and prefers a well-ordered dinner to a dis-
sertation on the immortality of the soul. His bacchanalian songs,
interspersed through his novels, are Elizabethan in their mellowness
of fancy; they have the quality of fine wine itself. They, rather than
his occasional pieces on conventional subjects, establish his claim as
a poet. Peacock's love of the country, and of an unrestrained life,
finds its most perfect expression in Maid Marian,' an airy tale of
Robin Hood and his Merry Men. It is redolent of the greenwood,
but the odor of delicately roasted venison and the fragrance of
canary wine are always discernible through the sweet smell of the
turf.
Peacock's works are of a rare vintage, but the reader must be an
epicurean in literature to enjoy them. He must lay aside his fever-
ish nineteenth-century prejudices and opinions if he would enjoy the
whimsicalities of this writer, who takes his ease in the world's inn,
while he laughs at the perspiring crowd in the highway.
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FROM MAID MARIAN>
MAID MARIAN
- Tuck, the merry friar, who many a sermon made
In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.
- DRAYTON.
-
T
HE baron, with some of his retainers and all the foresters,
halted at daybreak in Sherwood Forest. The foresters
quickly erected tents, and prepared an abundant breakfast
of venison and ale.
"Now, Lord Fitzwater," said the chief forester, "recognize
your son-in-law that was to have been, in the outlaw Robin
Hood. "
"Ay, ay," said the baron, "I have recognized you long ago. "
"And recognize your young friend Gamwell," said the second,
"in the outlaw Scarlet. "
"And Little John, the page," said the third, "in Little John,
the outlaw. "
"And Father Michael, of Rubygill Abbey," said the friar,
"in Friar Tuck, of Sherwood Forest. Truly, I have a chapel
here hard by, in the shape of a hollow tree, where I put up
my prayers for travelers; and Little John holds the plate at the
door, for good praying deserves good paying. "
"I am in fine company," said the baron.
"In the very best of company," said the friar: "in the high
court of Nature, and in the midst of her own nobility. Is it
not so? This goodly grove is our palace; the oak and the beech
are its colonnade and its canopy; the sun and the moon and
the stars are its everlasting lamps; the grass and the daisy, and
the primrose and the violet, are its many-colored floor of green,
white, yellow, and blue; the mayflower and the woodbine, and
the eglantine and the ivy, are its decorations, its curtains, and its
tapestry; the lark, and the thrush, and the linnet, and the night-
ingale, are its unhired minstrels and musicians. Robin Hood is
king of the forest both by dignity of birth and by virtue of his
standing army; to say nothing of the free choice of his people,
which he has indeed, but I pass it by as an illegitimate basis of
power. He holds his dominion over the forest, and its horned
multitude of citizen-deer, and its swinish multitude or peasantry
of wild boars, by right of conquest and force of arms. He levies
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contributions among them by the free consent of his archers,
their virtual representatives. If they should find a voice to com-
plain that we are 'tyrants and usurpers to kill and cook them up
in their assigned and native dwelling-place,' we should most con-
vincingly admonish them, with point of arrow, that they have.
nothing to do with our laws but to obey them. Is it not written
that the fat ribs of the herd shall be fed upon by the mighty in
the land? And have not they withal my blessing? my ortho-
dox, canonical, and archiepiscopal blessing? Do I not give thanks
for them when they are well roasted and smoking under my
nose? What title had William of Normandy to England, that
Robin of Locksley has not to merry Sherwood? William fought
for his claim. So does Robin. With whom, both? With any
that would or will dispute it. William raised contributions. So
does Robin. From whom, both? From all that they could or
can make pay them. Why did any pay them to William? Why
do any pay them to Robin ? For the same reason, to both:
because they could not or cannot help it. They differ indeed in
this,- that William took from the poor and gave to the rich, and
Robin takes from the rich and gives to the poor; and therein is
Robin illegitimate, though in all else he is true prince. Scarlet
and John, are they not peers of the forest? lords temporal of
Sherwood? And am not I lord spiritual? Am I not archbishop?
Am I not pope? Do I not consecrate their banner and absolve
their sins? Are not they State, and am not I Church? Are
not they State monarchical, and am not I Church militant? Do
I not excommunicate our enemies from venison and brawn, and
by'r Lady, when need calls, beat them down under my feet?
The State levies tax, and the Church levies tithe.
Even so
do we. 'Mass, we take all at once. What then? It is tax by
redemption, and tithe by commutation. Your William and Rich-
ard can cut and come again; but our Robin deals with slippery
subjects, that come not twice to his exchequer. What need we
then to constitute a court, except a fool and a laureate? For
the fool, his only use is to make false knaves merry by art: and
we are true men and are merry by nature. For the laureate,
his only office is to find virtues in those who have none, and to
drink sack for his pains. We have quite virtue enough to need
him not, and can drink our sack for ourselves. "
"Well preached, friar," said Robin Hood; "yet there is one
thing wanting to constitute a court, and that is a queen. And
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now, lovely Matilda, look round upon these sylvan shades where
we have so often roused the stag from his ferny covert. The
rising sun smiles upon us through the stems of that beechen
knoll. Shall I take your hand, Matilda, in the presence of this
my court?
Shall I crown you with our wildwood coronal, and
hail you Queen of the Forest? Will you be the Queen Matilda
of your own true King Robin ? »
Matilda smiled assent.
"Not Matilda," said the friar: "the rules of our holy alliance
require new birth. We have excepted in favor of Little John,
because he is great John, and his name is a misnomer. I
sprinkle, not thy forehead with water, but thy lips with wine,
and baptize thee Marian. "
"Here is a pretty conspiracy," exclaimed the baron. "Why,
you villainous friar, think you to nickname and marry my
daughter before my face with impunity? "
"Even so, bold baron," said the friar: "we are strongest
here. Say you, might overcomes right? I say no. There is no
right but might; and to say that might overcomes right is to
say that right overcomes itself: an absurdity most palpable. Your
right was the stronger in Arlingford, and ours is the stronger in
Sherwood. Your right was right as long as you could maintain
it; so is ours. So is King Richard's, with all deference be it
spoken; and so is King Saladin's: and their two mights are
now committed in bloody fray, and that which overcomes will
be right just as long as it lasts and as far as it reaches. And
now, if any of you know any just impediment-
"Fire and fury! " said the baron.
"Fire and fury," said the friar, "are modes of that might
which constitutes right, and are just impediments to anything
against which they can be brought to bear. They are our allies
upon occasion, and would declare for us now, if you should put
them to the test. "
"Father," said Matilda, "you know the terms of our compact:
from the moment you restrained my liberty, you renounced your
claim to all but compulsory obedience. The friar argues well:
right ends with might. Thick walls, dreary galleries, and tapes-
tried chambers were indifferent to me while I could leave them
at pleasure, but have ever been hateful to me since they held
me by force. May I never again have roof but the blue sky,
nor canopy but the green leaves, nor barrier but the forest
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bounds; with the foresters to my train, Little John to my page,
Friar Tuck to my ghostly adviser, and Robin Hood to my liege
lord. I am
no longer Lady Matilda Fitzwater of Arlingford
Castle, but plain Maid Marian of Sherwood Forest. "
"Long live Maid Marian! " re-echoed the foresters.
"O false girl! " said the baron, "do you renounce your name
and parentage? "
"Not my parentage," said Marian, "but my name indeed: do
not all maids renounce it at the altar? »
"The altar! " said the baron: "grant me patience! what do
you mean by the altar? »
"Pile green turf," said the friar; "wreathe it with flowers,
and crown it with fruit, and we will show the noble baron what
we mean by the altar. "
The foresters did as the friar directed.
"Now, Little John," said the friar, "on with the cloak of
the Abbot of Doubleflask. I appoint thee my clerk: thou art
here duly elected in full mote. "
"I wish you were all in full moat together," said the baron,
"and smooth wall on both sides. "
"Punnest thou? " said the friar. "A heinous, anti-Christian
offense. Why anti-Christian? Because anti-Catholic. Why anti-
Catholic? Because anti-Roman. Why anti-Roman? Because
Carthaginian. Is not pun from Punic? punica fides: the very
quintessential quiddity of bad faith; double-visaged; double-
tongued. He that will make a pun will I say no more. Fie
on it. Stand forth, clerk. Who is the bride's father? "
"There is no bride's father," said the baron. "I am the
father of Matilda Fitzwater. "
――――
"There is none such," said the friar. "This is the fair Maid
Marian. Will you make a virtue of necessity, or will you give
laws to the flowing tide? Will you give her, or shall Robin
take her? Will you be her true natural father, or shall I com-
mute paternity? Stand forth, Scarlet. "
"Stand back, Sirrah Scarlet," said the baron. "My daughter
shall have no father but me. Needs must when the Devil drives. "
"No matter who drives," said the friar, "so that, like a well-
disposed subject, you yield cheerful obedience to those who can
enforce it. "
"Mawd, sweet Mawd," said the baron, "will you then forsake
your poor old father in his distress, with his castle in ashes and
his enemy in power? "
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"Not so, father," said Marian: "I will always be your true
daughter; I will always love and serve and watch and defend
you: but neither will I forsake my plighted love, and my own
liege lord, who was your choice before he was mine, for you
made him my associate in infancy; and that he continued to be
mine when he ceased to be yours, does not in any way show
remissness in my duties, or falling off in my affections. And
though I here plight my troth at the altar to Robin, in the
presence of this holy priest and pious clerk, yet- Father, when
Richard returns from Palestine, he will restore you to your
barony, and perhaps, for your sake, your daughter's husband
to the earldom of Huntingdon: should that never be, should it
be the will of fate that we must live and die in the greenwood,
I will live and die MAID MARIAN. "
"A pretty resolution," said the baron, "if Robin will let you
keep it. »
"I have sworn it," said Robin. "Should I expose her tender-
ness to the perils of maternity, when life and death may hang
on shifting at a moment's notice from Sherwood to Barnsdale,
and from Barnsdale to the sea-shore? And why should I ban-
quet when my merry-men starve? Chastity is our forest law,
and even the friar has kept it since he has been here. "
"Truly so," said the friar; "for temptation dwells with ease
and luxury: but the hunter is Hippolytus, and the huntress is
Dian. And now, dearly beloved -»
The friar went through the ceremony with great unction, and
Little John was most clerical in the intonation of his responses.
After which, the friar sang, and Little John fiddled, and the
foresters danced, Robin with Marian, and Scarlet with the baron:
and the venison smoked, and the ale frothed, and the wine.
sparkled, and the sun went down on their unwearied festivity;
which they wound up with the following song, the friar leading,
and the foresters joining chorus:-
―
Oh!
bold Robin Hood is a forester good,
As ever drew bow in the merry greenwood:
At his bugle's shrill singing the echoes are ringing,
The wild deer are springing for many a rood;
Its summons we follow, through brake, over hollow,
The thrice-blown shrill summons of bold Robin Hood.
And what eye hath ere seen such a sweet Maiden Queen
As Marian, the pride of the forester's green?
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A sweet garden flower, she blooms in the bower,
Where alone to this hour the wild rose has been;
We hail her in duty the queen of all beauty:
We will live, we will die, by our sweet Maiden Queen.
And here's a gray friar, good as heart can desire,
To absolve all our sins as the case may require;
Who with courage so stout lays his oak-plant about,
And puts to the rout all the foes of his choir;
For we are his choristers, we merry foresters,
Chorusing thus with our militant friar.
And Scarlet doth bring his good yew-bough and string,
Prime minister is he of Robin our king;
No mark is too narrow for Little John's arrow,
That hits a cock-sparrow a mile on the wing;
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Long with their glory old Sherwood shall ring.
Each a good liver, for well-feathered quiver
Doth furnish brawn, venison, and fowl of the river:
But the best game we dish up, it is a fat bishop;
When his angels we fish up, he proves a free giver,—
For a prelate so lowly has angels more holy,
And should this world's false angels to sinners deliver.
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Drink to them one by one, drink as ye sing:
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Echo to echo through Sherwood shall fling:
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Long with their glory old Sherwood shall ring.
A FOREST CODE
A single volume paramount; a code:
A master spirit; a determined road. -WORDSWORTH.
THE next morning Robin Hood convened his foresters, and
desired Little John, for the baron's edification, to read over the
laws of their forest society. Little John read aloud with a sten-
torophonic voice:-
AT A high court of foresters, held under the greenwood tree
an hour after sunrise, Robin Hood president, William Scarlet
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vice-president, Little John secretary: the following articles, moved
by Friar Tuck in his capacity of Peer Spiritual, and seconded by
Much the Miller, were unanimously agreed to.
The principles of our society are six: Legitimacy, Equity,
Hospitality, Chivalry, Chastity, and Courtesy.
The articles of Legitimacy are four:-
I. Our government is legitimate, and our society is founded
on the one golden rule of right, consecrated by the universal
consent of mankind, and by the practice of all ages, individuals,
and nations; namely, To keep what we have, and to catch what
we can.
II. Our government being legitimate, all our proceedings
shall be legitimate: wherefore we declare war against the whole
world, and every forester is by this legitimate declaration legiti-
mately invested with a roving commission to make lawful prize of
everything that comes in his way.
III. All forest laws but our own we declare to be null and
void.
IV. All such of the old laws of England as do not in any
way interfere with, or militate against, the views of this honor-
able assembly, we will loyally adhere to and maintain. The rest
we declare null and void as far as relates to ourselves, in all
cases wherein a vigor beyond the law may be conducive to our
own interest and preservation.
The articles of Equity are three:-
I. The balance of power among the people being very
much deranged by one having too much and another nothing,
we hereby resolve ourselves into a congress or court of equity, to
restore as far as in us lies the said natural balance of power,
by taking from all who have too much as much of the said too
much as we can lay our hands on; and giving to those who have
nothing such a portion thereof as it may seem to us expedient to
part with.
II. In all cases a quorum of foresters shall constitute a court
of equity, and as many as may be strong enough to manage the
matter in hand shall constitute a quorum.
III. All usurers, monks, courtiers, and other drones of the
great hive of society, who shall be found laden with any por-
tion of the honey whereof they have wrongfully despoiled the
industrious bee, shall be rightfully despoiled thereof in turn; and
all bishops and abbots shall be bound and beaten, especially the
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Abbot of Doncaster; as shall also all sheriffs, especially the
Sheriff of Nottingham.
The articles of Hospitality are two:-
I. Postmen, carriers, and market-folk, peasants and mechan-
ics, farmers and millers, shall pass through our forest dominions
without let or molestation.
II. All other travelers through the forest shall be graciously
invited to partake of Robin's hospitality; and if they come not
willingly they shall be compelled: and the rich man shall pay
well for his fare; and the poor man shall feast scot free, and
peradventure receive bounty in proportion to his desert and
necessity.
The article of Chivalry is one: -
I. Every forester shall, to the extent of his power, aid and
protect maids, widows, and orphans, and all weak and distressed
persons whomsoever; and no woman shall be impeded or molested
in any way; nor shall any company receive harm which any
woman is in.
The article of Chastity is one:-
I. Every forester, being Diana's forester and minion of the
moon, shall commend himself to the grace of the Virgin, and
shall have the gift of continency on pain of expulsion; that the
article of chivalry may be secure from infringement, and maids,
wives, and widows pass without fear through the forest.
The article of Courtesy is one:
-
I. No one shall miscall a forester. He who calls Robin,
Robert of Huntingdon, or salutes him by any other title or
designation whatsoever except plain Robin Hood; or who calls
Marian, Matilda Fitzwater, or salutes her by any other title or
designation whatsoever except plain Maid Marian, and so of all
others, shall for every such offense forfeit a mark, to be paid to
the friar.
And these articles we swear to keep as we are good men
and true.
Carried by acclamation. God save King Richard.
LITTLE JOHN, Secretary.
"Excellent laws," said the baron; "excellent, by the holy
rood. William of Normandy, with my great-great-grandfather
Fierabras at his elbow, could not have made better. And now,
sweet Mawd · >>
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«<
"A fine, a fine," cried the friar, a fine, by the article of
courtesy. "
"'Od's life," said the baron, "shall I not call my own daugh-
ter Mawd? Methinks there should be a special exception in my
favor. "
«་
"It must not be," said Robin Hood: our constitution admits
no privilege. "
"But I will commute," said the friar: "for twenty marks a
year duly paid into my ghostly pocket you shall call your daugh-
ter Mawd two hundred times a day. ”
"Gramercy," said the baron, "and I agree, honest friar, when
I can get twenty marks to pay; for till Prince John be beaten
from Nottingham, my rents are like to prove but scanty. "
"I will trust," said the friar, "and thus let us ratify the stip-
ulation; so shall our laws and your infringement run together in
an amicable parallel. "
"But," said Little John, "this is a bad precedent, master
friar. It is turning discipline into profit, penalty into perquisite,
public justice into private revenue. It is rank corruption, master
friar. "
"Why are laws made? " said the friar. "For the profit of
somebody. Of whom? Of him who makes them first, and of
others as it may happen. Was not I legislator in the last article,
and shall I not thrive by my own law? »
"Well then, sweet Mawd," said the baron, "I must leave you,
Mawd: your life is very well for the young and the hearty, but
it squares not with my age or my humor. I must house, Mawd;
I must find refuge: but where? That is the question. "
"Where Sir Guy of Gamwell has found it," said Robin Hood,
«< near the borders of Barnsdale. There you may dwell in safety
with him and fair Alice, till King Richard return; and Little
John shall give you safe-conduct. You will have need to travel
with caution, in disguise and without attendants; for Prince John
commands all this vicinity, and will doubtless lay the country
for you and Marian. Now it is first expedient to dismiss your
retainers. If there be any among them who like our life, they
may stay with us in the greenwood; the rest may return to their
homes. "
Some of the baron's men resolved to remain with Robin and
Marian; and were furnished accordingly with suits of green, of
which Robin always kept good store.
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Marian now declared that as there was danger in the way to
Barnsdale, she would accompany Little John and the baron, as
she would not be happy unless she herself saw her father placed
in security. Robin was very unwilling to consent to this, and
assured her that there was more danger for her than the baron;
but Marian was absolute.
"If so, then," said Robin, "I shall be your guide instead of
Little John; and I shall leave him and Scarlet joint regents of
Sherwood during my absence, and the voice of Friar Tuck shall
be decisive between them if they differ in nice questions of State
policy. "
Marian objected to this, that there was more danger for
Robin than either herself or the baron; but Robin was absolute
in his turn.
"Talk not of my voice," said the friar; "for if Marian be a
damsel errant, I will be her ghostly esquire. ”
Robin insisted that this should not be, for number would only
expose them to greater risk of detection. The friar, after some
debate, reluctantly acquiesced.
While they were discussing these matters, they heard the dis-
tant sound of horses' feet.
"Go," said Robin to Little John, "and invite yonder horseman
to dinner. "
Little John bounded away, and soon came before a young
man, who was riding in a melancholy manner, with the bridle
hanging loose on the horse's neck, and his eyes drooping towards
the ground.
"Whither go you? " said Little John.
"Whithersoever my horse pleases," said the young man.
"And that shall be," said Little John, "whither I please to
lead him. I am commissioned to invite you to dine with my
master. "
"Who is your master? " said the young man.
"Robin Hood," said Little John.
"The bold outlaw? " said the stranger.
"Neither he nor you
should have made me turn an inch aside yesterday; but to-day I
care not. "
"Then it is better for you," said Little John, "that you came
to-day than yesterday, if you love dining in a whole skin: for my
master is the pink of courtesy; but if his guests prove stubborn,
he bastes them and his venison together, while the friar says
mass before meat. "
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The young man made no answer, and scarcely seemed to
hear what Little John was saying, who therefore took the horse's
bridle and led him to where Robin and his foresters were setting
forth their dinner. Robin seated the young man next to Marian.
Recovering a little from his stupor, he looked with much amaze-
ment at her, and the baron, and Robin, and the friar; listened to
their conversation, and seemed much astonished to find himself
in such holy and courtly company. Robin helped him largely
to numble-pie and cygnet and pheasant, and the other dainties
of his table; and the friar pledged him in ale and wine, and
exhorted him to make good cheer. But the young man drank
little, ate less, spake nothing, and every now and then sighed
heavily.
When the repast was ended, "Now," said Robin, “you are at
liberty to pursue your journey; but first be pleased to pay for
your dinner. "
"That would I gladly do, Robin," said the young man, "but
all I have about me are five shillings and a ring. To the five
shillings you shall be welcome, but for the ring I will fight while
there is a drop of blood in my veins. "
"Gallantly spoken," said Robin Hood. "A love-token, without
doubt; but you must submit to our forest laws.
Little John
must search: and if he find no more than you say, not a penny
will I touch; but if you have spoken false, the whole is forfeit
to our fraternity. "
"And with reason," said the friar; "for thereby is the truth
maintained. The Abbot of Doubleflask swore there was no
money in his valise, and Little John forthwith emptied it of four
hundred pounds. Thus was the abbot's perjury but of one min-
ute's duration: for though his speech was false in the utterance,
yet was it no sooner uttered than it became true, and we should
have been participes criminis to have suffered the holy abbot to
depart in falsehood; whereas he came to us a false priest, and
we sent him away a true man. Marry, we turned his cloak to
further account, and thereby hangs a tale that may be either
said or sung: for in truth I am minstrel here as well as chap-
lain; I pray for good success to our just and necessary warfare,
and sing thanksgiving odes when our foresters bring in booty:
"Bold Robin has robed him in ghostly attire,
And forth he is gone like a holy friar,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down!
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And of two gray friars he soon was aware,
Regaling themselves with dainty fare,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
"Good-morrow, good brothers,' said bold Robin Hood:
'And what make you in the good greenwood,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
Now give me, I pray you, wine and food;
For none can I find in the good greenwood,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. '
"Good brother,' they said, 'we would give you full fain,
But we have no more than enough for twain,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
'Then give me some money,' said bold Robin Hood;
'For none can I find in the good greenwood,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. '
"No money have we, good brother,' said they;
'Then,' said he, we three for money will pray,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down!
And whatever shall come at the end of our prayer,
We three holy friars will piously share,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. '
"We will not pray with thee, good brother, God wot;
For truly, good brother, thou pleasest us not,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
Then up they both started from Robin to run,
But down on their knees Robin pulled them each one,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
"The gray friars prayed with a doleful face,
But bold Robin prayed with a right merry grace,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down!
And when they had prayed, their portmanteau he took.
And from it a hundred good angels he shook,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
"The saints,' said bold Robin, have hearkened our prayer,
And here's a good angel apiece for your share;
If more you would have, you must win ere you wear
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
Then he blew his good horn with a musical cheer,
And fifty green bowmen came trooping full near,
And away the gray friars they bounded like deer,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. "
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What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,
What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man ? — BURNS.
"HERE is but five shillings and a ring," said Little John,
"and the young man has spoken true. "
"Then," said Robin to the stranger, "if want of money be
the cause of your melancholy, speak. Little John is my treas-
urer, and he shall disburse to you. "
"It is, and it is not," said the stranger: "it is, because,
had I not wanted money, I had never lost my love; it is not,
because, now that I have lost her, money would come too late
to regain her. ”
"In what way have you lost her? " said Robin: "let us
clearly know that she is past regaining before we give up our
wishes to restore her to you. "
"She is to be married this day," said the stranger,-" and
perhaps is married by this,—to a rich old knight; and yester-
day I knew it not. "
"What is your name? " said Robin.
"Allen," said the stranger.
"And where is the marriage to take place, Allen? " said
Robin.
"At Edwinstow church," said Allen, "by the Bishop of Not-
tingham. "
"I know that bishop," said Robin: "he dined with me a
month since, and paid three hundred pounds for his dinner.
He has a good ear and loves music. The friar sang to him to
some tune. Give me my harper's cloak, and I will play a part
at this wedding. "
"These are dangerous times, Robin," said Marian, "for play-
ing pranks out of the forest. "
"Fear not," said Robin: "Edwinstow lies not Nottingham-
ward, and I will take my precautions. "
Robin put on his harper's cloak, while Little John painted his
eyebrows and cheeks, tipped his nose with red, and tied him on
a comely beard. Marian confessed that had she not been pres-
ent at the metamorphosis, she should not have known her own
true Robin. Robin took his harp and went to the wedding.
Robin found the bishop and his train in the church porch,
impatiently expecting the arrival of the bride and bridegroom.
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The clerk was observing to the bishop that the knight was some-
what gouty, and that the necessity of walking the last quarter
of a mile from the road to the church-yard probably detained
the lively bridegroom rather longer than had been calculated
upon.
"Oh! by my fay," said the music-loving bishop, "here comes
a harper in the nick of time; and now I care not how long they
tarry. Ho! honest friend, are you come to play at the wed-
ding? »
"I am come to play anywhere," answered Robin, "where I
can get a cup of sack; for which I will sing the praise of the
donor in lofty verse, and emblazon him with any virtue which he
may wish to have the credit of possessing, without the trouble of
practicing. "
"A most courtly harper," said the bishop; "I will fill thee
with sack, I will make thee a walking butt of sack, if thou wilt
delight my ears with thy melodies. "
"That will I," said Robin: "in what branch of my art shall I
exert my faculty? I am passing well in all, from the anthem to
the glee, and from the dirge to the coranto. "
"It would be idle," said the bishop, "to give thee sack for
playing me anthems, seeing that I myself do receive sack for
hearing them sung. Therefore, as the occasion is festive, thou
shalt play me a coranto. "
Robin struck up and played away merrily, the bishop all the
while in great delight, nodding his head and beating time with
his foot, till the bride and bridegroom appeared. The bridegroom
was richly appareled, and came slowly and painfully forward,
hobbling and leering, and pursing up his mouth into a smile of
resolute defiance to the gout, and of tender complacency towards
his lady-love, who, shining like gold at the old knight's expense,
followed slowly between her father and mother, her cheeks pale,
her head drooping, her steps faltering, and her eyes reddened
with tears.
Robin stopped his minstrelsy, and said to the bishop, "This
seems to me an unfit match. "
"What do you say, rascal? " said the old knight, hobbling up
to him.
"I say," said Robin, "this seems to me an unfit match.
What in the devil's name can you want with a young wife, who
have one foot in flannels and the other in the grave? »
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"What is that to thee, sirrah varlet? " said the old knight:
“stand away from the porch, or I will fracture thy sconce with
my cane. "
"I will not stand away from the porch," said Robin, "unless
the bride bid me, and tell me that you are her own true love. "
"Speak," » said the bride's father, in a severe tone, and with
a look of significant menace. The girl looked alternately at her
father and Robin. She attempted to speak, but her voice failed
in the effort, and she burst into tears.
"Here is lawful cause and just impediment," said Robin,
"and I forbid the banns. "
«< Who are you, villain? " said the old knight, stamping his
sound foot with rage.
"I am the Roman law," said Robin, "which says that there
shall not be more than ten years between a man and his wife;
and here are five times ten: and so says the law of nature. "
"Honest harper," said the bishop, "you are somewhat over-
officious here, and less courtly than I deemed you. If you love
sack, forbear; for this course will never bring you a drop: As to
your Roman law, and your law of nature, what right have they
to say anything which the law of Holy Writ says not? "
"The law of Holy Writ does say it," said Robin: "I expound
it so to say; and I will produce sixty commentators to establish
my exposition. »
And so saying he produced a horn from beneath his cloak,
and blew three blasts, and threescore bowmen in green came
leaping from the bushes and trees; and young Allen was the first
among them to give Robin his sword, while Friar Tuck and Lit-
tle John marched up to the altar. Robin stripped the bishop and
clerk of their robes, and put them on the friar and Little John;
and Allen advanced to take the hand of the bride. Her cheeks
grew red and her eyes grew bright, as she locked her hand in
her lover's and tripped lightly with him into the church.
"This marriage will not stand," said the bishop, "for they
have not been thrice asked in church. "
"We will ask them seven times," said Little John, "lest three
should not suffice. "
"And in the mean time," said Robin, "the knight and the
bishop shall dance to my harping. "
So Robin sat in the church porch and played away merrily,
while his foresters formed a ring, in the centre of which the
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knight and bishop danced with exemplary alacrity; and if they
relaxed their exertions, Scarlet gently touched them up with the
point of an arrow.
The knight grimaced ruefully, and begged Robin to think of
his gout.
"So I do," said Robin: "this is the true antipodagron; you
shall dance the gout away, and be thankful to me while you live.
I told you," he added to the bishop, "I would play at this wed-
ding, but you did not tell me that you would dance at it. The
next couple you marry, think of the Roman law. "
The bishop was too much out of breath to reply: and now
the young couple issued from church, and the bride having made
a farewell obeisance to her parents, they departed together with
the foresters; the parents storming, the attendants laughing, the
bishop puffing and blowing, and the knight rubbing his gouty
foot, and uttering doleful lamentations for the gold and jewels.
with which he had so unwittingly adorned and dowered the
bride.
PILGRIMS FROM HOLY LAND
As ye came from the Holy Land
Of blessed Walsinghame,
Oh, met ye not with my true love
As by the way ye came?
the statu-quo-ite, and the Rev. Dr. Gaster, who has gained fame by
a learned dissertation on the art of stuffing a turkey. These four
worthies spend Christmas at Headlong Hall, where each discourses in
season and out of season on his particular conception of the universe.
In Dr. Gaster, Peacock satirizes the English clergy; but he makes
amends for his fun at their expense by drawing the charming Dr.
Folliott in Crotchet Castle,' and Dr. Opimian in 'Gryll Grange. '
These are clergymen of the old school, Tories, whose knowledge of
Greek is only equaled by their knowledge of fish-sauces and old
Madeira. Peacock was too much of an epicurean and Grecian him-
self not to recognize and pay tribute to such merits.
His most biting satire is directed rather against the chimeras of
contemporary poets and philosophers. Although he was a true friend
of Shelley, he caricatures him, in a kindly enough spirit, in the hero
of Nightmare Abbey,' young Sycthrop, who is in love with two
women at once. Byron is held up to ridicule as Mr. Cypress, and
Coleridge as Mr. Flosky. For the dreamy mystical poet of the
'Ancient Mariner,' Peacock could have little sympathy. He intro-
duces him into 'Crotchet Castle' as Mr. Skionar, "a great dreamer
who always dreams with his eyes open, or with one eye open at any
rate, which is an eye to gain," a palpable injustice to Coleridge,
who never knew how to take care of himself. Southey was, however,
Peacock's pet detestation. As Sackput, he makes of the poet a mon-
ument to his ironical contempt.
His own life is in part explanatory of his peculiar aversion to cer-
tain contemporary institutions and classes of people. He was born
October 1785, at Weymouth, England, the only child of Samuel Pea-
cock, a merchant of London. His mother, Sarah Love, had several
relatives in the English navy, from whom Peacock gained his knowl-
edge of shipping, which he afterwards turned to good account in the
service of the East India Company. He was sent to a private school
at eight years of age, remaining there until he was thirteen. After
that time his education was carried on by himself. A residence in
London enabled him to do an enormous amount of classical reading
in the British Museum. How wide that reading was, is shown by the
variety and number of the classical quotations sown through his nov-
els. As a self-educated man, he had an unbounded contempt for the
universities, and he lost no opportunity of expressing it.
From 1808 to 1809 he was under-secretary to Sir Home Popham,
on board H. M. S. Venerable; but the occupation was not congenial
to him, and he resigned his position. Later he took up his residence
in Wales. At Nant Gwillt, near Rhaydar, in 1812, he made the
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acquaintance of Shelley and his child-wife Harriet. By some con-
tradiction of his nature, he formed a close and lasting friendship
with the ethereal poet, of whom he has left a very just though sym-
pathetic biography. In this biography he draws what is perhaps the
most authentic portrait of the unfortunate Harriet. He does justice
to her physical charms, and to her purity of character. In 1816 he
published Headlong Hall'; in 1817 Melincourt'; in 1818 'Nightmare
Abbey'; in 1822 (Maid Marian'; in 1829 (The Misfortunes of Elplim';
and in 1831 Crotchet Castle. ' In 1819 Peacock had obtained a
clerkship in the examiner's office of the East India Company. He
continued in its employ until 1856, when he retired on a pension, and
was succeeded by John Stuart Mill. From 1831 to 1852 he published
nothing. His last novel, 'Gryll Grange,' was published when he was
an old man in the seventies. He died in 1866.
During the long period of his life he stood apart from the world
of his contemporaries. He was not in sympathy with it, although he
understood it. Peacock was in sympathy with nothing which took
itself seriously. For this reason he hated the Scotch reviewers,
especially Jeffrey and his school; he hated the universities; he hated
reformers, who are always intense and literal. Peacock's works, aside
from their literary value, are important for the light they throw upon
the intellectual peculiarities of Englishmen in the first half of this
century. The historical value of satire has been apparent since the
days of Aristophanes. As Lucian lets the reader into the highly
colored intellectual world of the second century, so Peacock reveals
the colors of nineteenth-century thought in his ironical novels.
He himself is a pagan of the decadence. He takes the world with
exquisite nonchalance, and prefers a well-ordered dinner to a dis-
sertation on the immortality of the soul. His bacchanalian songs,
interspersed through his novels, are Elizabethan in their mellowness
of fancy; they have the quality of fine wine itself. They, rather than
his occasional pieces on conventional subjects, establish his claim as
a poet. Peacock's love of the country, and of an unrestrained life,
finds its most perfect expression in Maid Marian,' an airy tale of
Robin Hood and his Merry Men. It is redolent of the greenwood,
but the odor of delicately roasted venison and the fragrance of
canary wine are always discernible through the sweet smell of the
turf.
Peacock's works are of a rare vintage, but the reader must be an
epicurean in literature to enjoy them. He must lay aside his fever-
ish nineteenth-century prejudices and opinions if he would enjoy the
whimsicalities of this writer, who takes his ease in the world's inn,
while he laughs at the perspiring crowd in the highway.
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FROM MAID MARIAN>
MAID MARIAN
- Tuck, the merry friar, who many a sermon made
In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.
- DRAYTON.
-
T
HE baron, with some of his retainers and all the foresters,
halted at daybreak in Sherwood Forest. The foresters
quickly erected tents, and prepared an abundant breakfast
of venison and ale.
"Now, Lord Fitzwater," said the chief forester, "recognize
your son-in-law that was to have been, in the outlaw Robin
Hood. "
"Ay, ay," said the baron, "I have recognized you long ago. "
"And recognize your young friend Gamwell," said the second,
"in the outlaw Scarlet. "
"And Little John, the page," said the third, "in Little John,
the outlaw. "
"And Father Michael, of Rubygill Abbey," said the friar,
"in Friar Tuck, of Sherwood Forest. Truly, I have a chapel
here hard by, in the shape of a hollow tree, where I put up
my prayers for travelers; and Little John holds the plate at the
door, for good praying deserves good paying. "
"I am in fine company," said the baron.
"In the very best of company," said the friar: "in the high
court of Nature, and in the midst of her own nobility. Is it
not so? This goodly grove is our palace; the oak and the beech
are its colonnade and its canopy; the sun and the moon and
the stars are its everlasting lamps; the grass and the daisy, and
the primrose and the violet, are its many-colored floor of green,
white, yellow, and blue; the mayflower and the woodbine, and
the eglantine and the ivy, are its decorations, its curtains, and its
tapestry; the lark, and the thrush, and the linnet, and the night-
ingale, are its unhired minstrels and musicians. Robin Hood is
king of the forest both by dignity of birth and by virtue of his
standing army; to say nothing of the free choice of his people,
which he has indeed, but I pass it by as an illegitimate basis of
power. He holds his dominion over the forest, and its horned
multitude of citizen-deer, and its swinish multitude or peasantry
of wild boars, by right of conquest and force of arms. He levies
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contributions among them by the free consent of his archers,
their virtual representatives. If they should find a voice to com-
plain that we are 'tyrants and usurpers to kill and cook them up
in their assigned and native dwelling-place,' we should most con-
vincingly admonish them, with point of arrow, that they have.
nothing to do with our laws but to obey them. Is it not written
that the fat ribs of the herd shall be fed upon by the mighty in
the land? And have not they withal my blessing? my ortho-
dox, canonical, and archiepiscopal blessing? Do I not give thanks
for them when they are well roasted and smoking under my
nose? What title had William of Normandy to England, that
Robin of Locksley has not to merry Sherwood? William fought
for his claim. So does Robin. With whom, both? With any
that would or will dispute it. William raised contributions. So
does Robin. From whom, both? From all that they could or
can make pay them. Why did any pay them to William? Why
do any pay them to Robin ? For the same reason, to both:
because they could not or cannot help it. They differ indeed in
this,- that William took from the poor and gave to the rich, and
Robin takes from the rich and gives to the poor; and therein is
Robin illegitimate, though in all else he is true prince. Scarlet
and John, are they not peers of the forest? lords temporal of
Sherwood? And am not I lord spiritual? Am I not archbishop?
Am I not pope? Do I not consecrate their banner and absolve
their sins? Are not they State, and am not I Church? Are
not they State monarchical, and am not I Church militant? Do
I not excommunicate our enemies from venison and brawn, and
by'r Lady, when need calls, beat them down under my feet?
The State levies tax, and the Church levies tithe.
Even so
do we. 'Mass, we take all at once. What then? It is tax by
redemption, and tithe by commutation. Your William and Rich-
ard can cut and come again; but our Robin deals with slippery
subjects, that come not twice to his exchequer. What need we
then to constitute a court, except a fool and a laureate? For
the fool, his only use is to make false knaves merry by art: and
we are true men and are merry by nature. For the laureate,
his only office is to find virtues in those who have none, and to
drink sack for his pains. We have quite virtue enough to need
him not, and can drink our sack for ourselves. "
"Well preached, friar," said Robin Hood; "yet there is one
thing wanting to constitute a court, and that is a queen. And
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now, lovely Matilda, look round upon these sylvan shades where
we have so often roused the stag from his ferny covert. The
rising sun smiles upon us through the stems of that beechen
knoll. Shall I take your hand, Matilda, in the presence of this
my court?
Shall I crown you with our wildwood coronal, and
hail you Queen of the Forest? Will you be the Queen Matilda
of your own true King Robin ? »
Matilda smiled assent.
"Not Matilda," said the friar: "the rules of our holy alliance
require new birth. We have excepted in favor of Little John,
because he is great John, and his name is a misnomer. I
sprinkle, not thy forehead with water, but thy lips with wine,
and baptize thee Marian. "
"Here is a pretty conspiracy," exclaimed the baron. "Why,
you villainous friar, think you to nickname and marry my
daughter before my face with impunity? "
"Even so, bold baron," said the friar: "we are strongest
here. Say you, might overcomes right? I say no. There is no
right but might; and to say that might overcomes right is to
say that right overcomes itself: an absurdity most palpable. Your
right was the stronger in Arlingford, and ours is the stronger in
Sherwood. Your right was right as long as you could maintain
it; so is ours. So is King Richard's, with all deference be it
spoken; and so is King Saladin's: and their two mights are
now committed in bloody fray, and that which overcomes will
be right just as long as it lasts and as far as it reaches. And
now, if any of you know any just impediment-
"Fire and fury! " said the baron.
"Fire and fury," said the friar, "are modes of that might
which constitutes right, and are just impediments to anything
against which they can be brought to bear. They are our allies
upon occasion, and would declare for us now, if you should put
them to the test. "
"Father," said Matilda, "you know the terms of our compact:
from the moment you restrained my liberty, you renounced your
claim to all but compulsory obedience. The friar argues well:
right ends with might. Thick walls, dreary galleries, and tapes-
tried chambers were indifferent to me while I could leave them
at pleasure, but have ever been hateful to me since they held
me by force. May I never again have roof but the blue sky,
nor canopy but the green leaves, nor barrier but the forest
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bounds; with the foresters to my train, Little John to my page,
Friar Tuck to my ghostly adviser, and Robin Hood to my liege
lord. I am
no longer Lady Matilda Fitzwater of Arlingford
Castle, but plain Maid Marian of Sherwood Forest. "
"Long live Maid Marian! " re-echoed the foresters.
"O false girl! " said the baron, "do you renounce your name
and parentage? "
"Not my parentage," said Marian, "but my name indeed: do
not all maids renounce it at the altar? »
"The altar! " said the baron: "grant me patience! what do
you mean by the altar? »
"Pile green turf," said the friar; "wreathe it with flowers,
and crown it with fruit, and we will show the noble baron what
we mean by the altar. "
The foresters did as the friar directed.
"Now, Little John," said the friar, "on with the cloak of
the Abbot of Doubleflask. I appoint thee my clerk: thou art
here duly elected in full mote. "
"I wish you were all in full moat together," said the baron,
"and smooth wall on both sides. "
"Punnest thou? " said the friar. "A heinous, anti-Christian
offense. Why anti-Christian? Because anti-Catholic. Why anti-
Catholic? Because anti-Roman. Why anti-Roman? Because
Carthaginian. Is not pun from Punic? punica fides: the very
quintessential quiddity of bad faith; double-visaged; double-
tongued. He that will make a pun will I say no more. Fie
on it. Stand forth, clerk. Who is the bride's father? "
"There is no bride's father," said the baron. "I am the
father of Matilda Fitzwater. "
――――
"There is none such," said the friar. "This is the fair Maid
Marian. Will you make a virtue of necessity, or will you give
laws to the flowing tide? Will you give her, or shall Robin
take her? Will you be her true natural father, or shall I com-
mute paternity? Stand forth, Scarlet. "
"Stand back, Sirrah Scarlet," said the baron. "My daughter
shall have no father but me. Needs must when the Devil drives. "
"No matter who drives," said the friar, "so that, like a well-
disposed subject, you yield cheerful obedience to those who can
enforce it. "
"Mawd, sweet Mawd," said the baron, "will you then forsake
your poor old father in his distress, with his castle in ashes and
his enemy in power? "
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"Not so, father," said Marian: "I will always be your true
daughter; I will always love and serve and watch and defend
you: but neither will I forsake my plighted love, and my own
liege lord, who was your choice before he was mine, for you
made him my associate in infancy; and that he continued to be
mine when he ceased to be yours, does not in any way show
remissness in my duties, or falling off in my affections. And
though I here plight my troth at the altar to Robin, in the
presence of this holy priest and pious clerk, yet- Father, when
Richard returns from Palestine, he will restore you to your
barony, and perhaps, for your sake, your daughter's husband
to the earldom of Huntingdon: should that never be, should it
be the will of fate that we must live and die in the greenwood,
I will live and die MAID MARIAN. "
"A pretty resolution," said the baron, "if Robin will let you
keep it. »
"I have sworn it," said Robin. "Should I expose her tender-
ness to the perils of maternity, when life and death may hang
on shifting at a moment's notice from Sherwood to Barnsdale,
and from Barnsdale to the sea-shore? And why should I ban-
quet when my merry-men starve? Chastity is our forest law,
and even the friar has kept it since he has been here. "
"Truly so," said the friar; "for temptation dwells with ease
and luxury: but the hunter is Hippolytus, and the huntress is
Dian. And now, dearly beloved -»
The friar went through the ceremony with great unction, and
Little John was most clerical in the intonation of his responses.
After which, the friar sang, and Little John fiddled, and the
foresters danced, Robin with Marian, and Scarlet with the baron:
and the venison smoked, and the ale frothed, and the wine.
sparkled, and the sun went down on their unwearied festivity;
which they wound up with the following song, the friar leading,
and the foresters joining chorus:-
―
Oh!
bold Robin Hood is a forester good,
As ever drew bow in the merry greenwood:
At his bugle's shrill singing the echoes are ringing,
The wild deer are springing for many a rood;
Its summons we follow, through brake, over hollow,
The thrice-blown shrill summons of bold Robin Hood.
And what eye hath ere seen such a sweet Maiden Queen
As Marian, the pride of the forester's green?
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A sweet garden flower, she blooms in the bower,
Where alone to this hour the wild rose has been;
We hail her in duty the queen of all beauty:
We will live, we will die, by our sweet Maiden Queen.
And here's a gray friar, good as heart can desire,
To absolve all our sins as the case may require;
Who with courage so stout lays his oak-plant about,
And puts to the rout all the foes of his choir;
For we are his choristers, we merry foresters,
Chorusing thus with our militant friar.
And Scarlet doth bring his good yew-bough and string,
Prime minister is he of Robin our king;
No mark is too narrow for Little John's arrow,
That hits a cock-sparrow a mile on the wing;
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Long with their glory old Sherwood shall ring.
Each a good liver, for well-feathered quiver
Doth furnish brawn, venison, and fowl of the river:
But the best game we dish up, it is a fat bishop;
When his angels we fish up, he proves a free giver,—
For a prelate so lowly has angels more holy,
And should this world's false angels to sinners deliver.
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Drink to them one by one, drink as ye sing:
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Echo to echo through Sherwood shall fling:
Robin and Mariòn, Scarlet and Little John,
Long with their glory old Sherwood shall ring.
A FOREST CODE
A single volume paramount; a code:
A master spirit; a determined road. -WORDSWORTH.
THE next morning Robin Hood convened his foresters, and
desired Little John, for the baron's edification, to read over the
laws of their forest society. Little John read aloud with a sten-
torophonic voice:-
AT A high court of foresters, held under the greenwood tree
an hour after sunrise, Robin Hood president, William Scarlet
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vice-president, Little John secretary: the following articles, moved
by Friar Tuck in his capacity of Peer Spiritual, and seconded by
Much the Miller, were unanimously agreed to.
The principles of our society are six: Legitimacy, Equity,
Hospitality, Chivalry, Chastity, and Courtesy.
The articles of Legitimacy are four:-
I. Our government is legitimate, and our society is founded
on the one golden rule of right, consecrated by the universal
consent of mankind, and by the practice of all ages, individuals,
and nations; namely, To keep what we have, and to catch what
we can.
II. Our government being legitimate, all our proceedings
shall be legitimate: wherefore we declare war against the whole
world, and every forester is by this legitimate declaration legiti-
mately invested with a roving commission to make lawful prize of
everything that comes in his way.
III. All forest laws but our own we declare to be null and
void.
IV. All such of the old laws of England as do not in any
way interfere with, or militate against, the views of this honor-
able assembly, we will loyally adhere to and maintain. The rest
we declare null and void as far as relates to ourselves, in all
cases wherein a vigor beyond the law may be conducive to our
own interest and preservation.
The articles of Equity are three:-
I. The balance of power among the people being very
much deranged by one having too much and another nothing,
we hereby resolve ourselves into a congress or court of equity, to
restore as far as in us lies the said natural balance of power,
by taking from all who have too much as much of the said too
much as we can lay our hands on; and giving to those who have
nothing such a portion thereof as it may seem to us expedient to
part with.
II. In all cases a quorum of foresters shall constitute a court
of equity, and as many as may be strong enough to manage the
matter in hand shall constitute a quorum.
III. All usurers, monks, courtiers, and other drones of the
great hive of society, who shall be found laden with any por-
tion of the honey whereof they have wrongfully despoiled the
industrious bee, shall be rightfully despoiled thereof in turn; and
all bishops and abbots shall be bound and beaten, especially the
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Abbot of Doncaster; as shall also all sheriffs, especially the
Sheriff of Nottingham.
The articles of Hospitality are two:-
I. Postmen, carriers, and market-folk, peasants and mechan-
ics, farmers and millers, shall pass through our forest dominions
without let or molestation.
II. All other travelers through the forest shall be graciously
invited to partake of Robin's hospitality; and if they come not
willingly they shall be compelled: and the rich man shall pay
well for his fare; and the poor man shall feast scot free, and
peradventure receive bounty in proportion to his desert and
necessity.
The article of Chivalry is one: -
I. Every forester shall, to the extent of his power, aid and
protect maids, widows, and orphans, and all weak and distressed
persons whomsoever; and no woman shall be impeded or molested
in any way; nor shall any company receive harm which any
woman is in.
The article of Chastity is one:-
I. Every forester, being Diana's forester and minion of the
moon, shall commend himself to the grace of the Virgin, and
shall have the gift of continency on pain of expulsion; that the
article of chivalry may be secure from infringement, and maids,
wives, and widows pass without fear through the forest.
The article of Courtesy is one:
-
I. No one shall miscall a forester. He who calls Robin,
Robert of Huntingdon, or salutes him by any other title or
designation whatsoever except plain Robin Hood; or who calls
Marian, Matilda Fitzwater, or salutes her by any other title or
designation whatsoever except plain Maid Marian, and so of all
others, shall for every such offense forfeit a mark, to be paid to
the friar.
And these articles we swear to keep as we are good men
and true.
Carried by acclamation. God save King Richard.
LITTLE JOHN, Secretary.
"Excellent laws," said the baron; "excellent, by the holy
rood. William of Normandy, with my great-great-grandfather
Fierabras at his elbow, could not have made better. And now,
sweet Mawd · >>
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«<
"A fine, a fine," cried the friar, a fine, by the article of
courtesy. "
"'Od's life," said the baron, "shall I not call my own daugh-
ter Mawd? Methinks there should be a special exception in my
favor. "
«་
"It must not be," said Robin Hood: our constitution admits
no privilege. "
"But I will commute," said the friar: "for twenty marks a
year duly paid into my ghostly pocket you shall call your daugh-
ter Mawd two hundred times a day. ”
"Gramercy," said the baron, "and I agree, honest friar, when
I can get twenty marks to pay; for till Prince John be beaten
from Nottingham, my rents are like to prove but scanty. "
"I will trust," said the friar, "and thus let us ratify the stip-
ulation; so shall our laws and your infringement run together in
an amicable parallel. "
"But," said Little John, "this is a bad precedent, master
friar. It is turning discipline into profit, penalty into perquisite,
public justice into private revenue. It is rank corruption, master
friar. "
"Why are laws made? " said the friar. "For the profit of
somebody. Of whom? Of him who makes them first, and of
others as it may happen. Was not I legislator in the last article,
and shall I not thrive by my own law? »
"Well then, sweet Mawd," said the baron, "I must leave you,
Mawd: your life is very well for the young and the hearty, but
it squares not with my age or my humor. I must house, Mawd;
I must find refuge: but where? That is the question. "
"Where Sir Guy of Gamwell has found it," said Robin Hood,
«< near the borders of Barnsdale. There you may dwell in safety
with him and fair Alice, till King Richard return; and Little
John shall give you safe-conduct. You will have need to travel
with caution, in disguise and without attendants; for Prince John
commands all this vicinity, and will doubtless lay the country
for you and Marian. Now it is first expedient to dismiss your
retainers. If there be any among them who like our life, they
may stay with us in the greenwood; the rest may return to their
homes. "
Some of the baron's men resolved to remain with Robin and
Marian; and were furnished accordingly with suits of green, of
which Robin always kept good store.
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Marian now declared that as there was danger in the way to
Barnsdale, she would accompany Little John and the baron, as
she would not be happy unless she herself saw her father placed
in security. Robin was very unwilling to consent to this, and
assured her that there was more danger for her than the baron;
but Marian was absolute.
"If so, then," said Robin, "I shall be your guide instead of
Little John; and I shall leave him and Scarlet joint regents of
Sherwood during my absence, and the voice of Friar Tuck shall
be decisive between them if they differ in nice questions of State
policy. "
Marian objected to this, that there was more danger for
Robin than either herself or the baron; but Robin was absolute
in his turn.
"Talk not of my voice," said the friar; "for if Marian be a
damsel errant, I will be her ghostly esquire. ”
Robin insisted that this should not be, for number would only
expose them to greater risk of detection. The friar, after some
debate, reluctantly acquiesced.
While they were discussing these matters, they heard the dis-
tant sound of horses' feet.
"Go," said Robin to Little John, "and invite yonder horseman
to dinner. "
Little John bounded away, and soon came before a young
man, who was riding in a melancholy manner, with the bridle
hanging loose on the horse's neck, and his eyes drooping towards
the ground.
"Whither go you? " said Little John.
"Whithersoever my horse pleases," said the young man.
"And that shall be," said Little John, "whither I please to
lead him. I am commissioned to invite you to dine with my
master. "
"Who is your master? " said the young man.
"Robin Hood," said Little John.
"The bold outlaw? " said the stranger.
"Neither he nor you
should have made me turn an inch aside yesterday; but to-day I
care not. "
"Then it is better for you," said Little John, "that you came
to-day than yesterday, if you love dining in a whole skin: for my
master is the pink of courtesy; but if his guests prove stubborn,
he bastes them and his venison together, while the friar says
mass before meat. "
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The young man made no answer, and scarcely seemed to
hear what Little John was saying, who therefore took the horse's
bridle and led him to where Robin and his foresters were setting
forth their dinner. Robin seated the young man next to Marian.
Recovering a little from his stupor, he looked with much amaze-
ment at her, and the baron, and Robin, and the friar; listened to
their conversation, and seemed much astonished to find himself
in such holy and courtly company. Robin helped him largely
to numble-pie and cygnet and pheasant, and the other dainties
of his table; and the friar pledged him in ale and wine, and
exhorted him to make good cheer. But the young man drank
little, ate less, spake nothing, and every now and then sighed
heavily.
When the repast was ended, "Now," said Robin, “you are at
liberty to pursue your journey; but first be pleased to pay for
your dinner. "
"That would I gladly do, Robin," said the young man, "but
all I have about me are five shillings and a ring. To the five
shillings you shall be welcome, but for the ring I will fight while
there is a drop of blood in my veins. "
"Gallantly spoken," said Robin Hood. "A love-token, without
doubt; but you must submit to our forest laws.
Little John
must search: and if he find no more than you say, not a penny
will I touch; but if you have spoken false, the whole is forfeit
to our fraternity. "
"And with reason," said the friar; "for thereby is the truth
maintained. The Abbot of Doubleflask swore there was no
money in his valise, and Little John forthwith emptied it of four
hundred pounds. Thus was the abbot's perjury but of one min-
ute's duration: for though his speech was false in the utterance,
yet was it no sooner uttered than it became true, and we should
have been participes criminis to have suffered the holy abbot to
depart in falsehood; whereas he came to us a false priest, and
we sent him away a true man. Marry, we turned his cloak to
further account, and thereby hangs a tale that may be either
said or sung: for in truth I am minstrel here as well as chap-
lain; I pray for good success to our just and necessary warfare,
and sing thanksgiving odes when our foresters bring in booty:
"Bold Robin has robed him in ghostly attire,
And forth he is gone like a holy friar,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down!
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And of two gray friars he soon was aware,
Regaling themselves with dainty fare,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
"Good-morrow, good brothers,' said bold Robin Hood:
'And what make you in the good greenwood,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
Now give me, I pray you, wine and food;
For none can I find in the good greenwood,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. '
"Good brother,' they said, 'we would give you full fain,
But we have no more than enough for twain,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
'Then give me some money,' said bold Robin Hood;
'For none can I find in the good greenwood,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. '
"No money have we, good brother,' said they;
'Then,' said he, we three for money will pray,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down!
And whatever shall come at the end of our prayer,
We three holy friars will piously share,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. '
"We will not pray with thee, good brother, God wot;
For truly, good brother, thou pleasest us not,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
Then up they both started from Robin to run,
But down on their knees Robin pulled them each one,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
"The gray friars prayed with a doleful face,
But bold Robin prayed with a right merry grace,
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down!
And when they had prayed, their portmanteau he took.
And from it a hundred good angels he shook,
All on the fallen leaves so brown.
"The saints,' said bold Robin, have hearkened our prayer,
And here's a good angel apiece for your share;
If more you would have, you must win ere you wear
Singing hey down, ho down, down, derry down! '
Then he blew his good horn with a musical cheer,
And fifty green bowmen came trooping full near,
And away the gray friars they bounded like deer,
All on the fallen leaves so brown. "
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CHIVALRY
What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,
What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man ? — BURNS.
"HERE is but five shillings and a ring," said Little John,
"and the young man has spoken true. "
"Then," said Robin to the stranger, "if want of money be
the cause of your melancholy, speak. Little John is my treas-
urer, and he shall disburse to you. "
"It is, and it is not," said the stranger: "it is, because,
had I not wanted money, I had never lost my love; it is not,
because, now that I have lost her, money would come too late
to regain her. ”
"In what way have you lost her? " said Robin: "let us
clearly know that she is past regaining before we give up our
wishes to restore her to you. "
"She is to be married this day," said the stranger,-" and
perhaps is married by this,—to a rich old knight; and yester-
day I knew it not. "
"What is your name? " said Robin.
"Allen," said the stranger.
"And where is the marriage to take place, Allen? " said
Robin.
"At Edwinstow church," said Allen, "by the Bishop of Not-
tingham. "
"I know that bishop," said Robin: "he dined with me a
month since, and paid three hundred pounds for his dinner.
He has a good ear and loves music. The friar sang to him to
some tune. Give me my harper's cloak, and I will play a part
at this wedding. "
"These are dangerous times, Robin," said Marian, "for play-
ing pranks out of the forest. "
"Fear not," said Robin: "Edwinstow lies not Nottingham-
ward, and I will take my precautions. "
Robin put on his harper's cloak, while Little John painted his
eyebrows and cheeks, tipped his nose with red, and tied him on
a comely beard. Marian confessed that had she not been pres-
ent at the metamorphosis, she should not have known her own
true Robin. Robin took his harp and went to the wedding.
Robin found the bishop and his train in the church porch,
impatiently expecting the arrival of the bride and bridegroom.
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The clerk was observing to the bishop that the knight was some-
what gouty, and that the necessity of walking the last quarter
of a mile from the road to the church-yard probably detained
the lively bridegroom rather longer than had been calculated
upon.
"Oh! by my fay," said the music-loving bishop, "here comes
a harper in the nick of time; and now I care not how long they
tarry. Ho! honest friend, are you come to play at the wed-
ding? »
"I am come to play anywhere," answered Robin, "where I
can get a cup of sack; for which I will sing the praise of the
donor in lofty verse, and emblazon him with any virtue which he
may wish to have the credit of possessing, without the trouble of
practicing. "
"A most courtly harper," said the bishop; "I will fill thee
with sack, I will make thee a walking butt of sack, if thou wilt
delight my ears with thy melodies. "
"That will I," said Robin: "in what branch of my art shall I
exert my faculty? I am passing well in all, from the anthem to
the glee, and from the dirge to the coranto. "
"It would be idle," said the bishop, "to give thee sack for
playing me anthems, seeing that I myself do receive sack for
hearing them sung. Therefore, as the occasion is festive, thou
shalt play me a coranto. "
Robin struck up and played away merrily, the bishop all the
while in great delight, nodding his head and beating time with
his foot, till the bride and bridegroom appeared. The bridegroom
was richly appareled, and came slowly and painfully forward,
hobbling and leering, and pursing up his mouth into a smile of
resolute defiance to the gout, and of tender complacency towards
his lady-love, who, shining like gold at the old knight's expense,
followed slowly between her father and mother, her cheeks pale,
her head drooping, her steps faltering, and her eyes reddened
with tears.
Robin stopped his minstrelsy, and said to the bishop, "This
seems to me an unfit match. "
"What do you say, rascal? " said the old knight, hobbling up
to him.
"I say," said Robin, "this seems to me an unfit match.
What in the devil's name can you want with a young wife, who
have one foot in flannels and the other in the grave? »
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"What is that to thee, sirrah varlet? " said the old knight:
“stand away from the porch, or I will fracture thy sconce with
my cane. "
"I will not stand away from the porch," said Robin, "unless
the bride bid me, and tell me that you are her own true love. "
"Speak," » said the bride's father, in a severe tone, and with
a look of significant menace. The girl looked alternately at her
father and Robin. She attempted to speak, but her voice failed
in the effort, and she burst into tears.
"Here is lawful cause and just impediment," said Robin,
"and I forbid the banns. "
«< Who are you, villain? " said the old knight, stamping his
sound foot with rage.
"I am the Roman law," said Robin, "which says that there
shall not be more than ten years between a man and his wife;
and here are five times ten: and so says the law of nature. "
"Honest harper," said the bishop, "you are somewhat over-
officious here, and less courtly than I deemed you. If you love
sack, forbear; for this course will never bring you a drop: As to
your Roman law, and your law of nature, what right have they
to say anything which the law of Holy Writ says not? "
"The law of Holy Writ does say it," said Robin: "I expound
it so to say; and I will produce sixty commentators to establish
my exposition. »
And so saying he produced a horn from beneath his cloak,
and blew three blasts, and threescore bowmen in green came
leaping from the bushes and trees; and young Allen was the first
among them to give Robin his sword, while Friar Tuck and Lit-
tle John marched up to the altar. Robin stripped the bishop and
clerk of their robes, and put them on the friar and Little John;
and Allen advanced to take the hand of the bride. Her cheeks
grew red and her eyes grew bright, as she locked her hand in
her lover's and tripped lightly with him into the church.
"This marriage will not stand," said the bishop, "for they
have not been thrice asked in church. "
"We will ask them seven times," said Little John, "lest three
should not suffice. "
"And in the mean time," said Robin, "the knight and the
bishop shall dance to my harping. "
So Robin sat in the church porch and played away merrily,
while his foresters formed a ring, in the centre of which the
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knight and bishop danced with exemplary alacrity; and if they
relaxed their exertions, Scarlet gently touched them up with the
point of an arrow.
The knight grimaced ruefully, and begged Robin to think of
his gout.
"So I do," said Robin: "this is the true antipodagron; you
shall dance the gout away, and be thankful to me while you live.
I told you," he added to the bishop, "I would play at this wed-
ding, but you did not tell me that you would dance at it. The
next couple you marry, think of the Roman law. "
The bishop was too much out of breath to reply: and now
the young couple issued from church, and the bride having made
a farewell obeisance to her parents, they departed together with
the foresters; the parents storming, the attendants laughing, the
bishop puffing and blowing, and the knight rubbing his gouty
foot, and uttering doleful lamentations for the gold and jewels.
with which he had so unwittingly adorned and dowered the
bride.
PILGRIMS FROM HOLY LAND
As ye came from the Holy Land
Of blessed Walsinghame,
Oh, met ye not with my true love
As by the way ye came?
