"Why, how now! What have we here?
Here be lilies in the cheeks, and not roses such as befit a bonny bride.

This is no fit wedding.

Thou, Sir Knight, so old, and she so young, and thou thinkest to make her thy wife?
I tell thee it may not be, for thou art not her own true love." At this all stood amazed, and knew not where to look nor what to think or say, for they were all bewildered with the happening; so, while everyone looked at Robin as though they had been changed to stone, he clapped his bugle horn to his lips and blew three blasts so loud and clear, they echoed from floor to rafter as though they were sounded by the trump of doom.

Then straightway Little John and Will Stutely came leaping and stood upon either side of Robin Hood, and quickly drew their broadswords, the while a mighty voice rolled over the heads of all, "Here be I, good master, when thou wantest me;" for it was Friar Tuck that so called from the organ loft.
And now all was hubbub and noise.

Stout Edward strode forward raging, and would have seized his daughter to drag her away, but Little John stepped between and thrust him back.