Now God forbid; think twice of this, dear lady.
_Marg_.

I pray you spare me, Mr.Sandford.
And once for all believe, nothing can shake my purpose.
_Sand_.

But what course have you thought on?
_Marg_.

To seek Sir Walter in the forest of Sherwood.
I have letters from young Simon, Acquainting me with all the circumstances Of their concealment, place, and manner of life, And the merry hours they spend in the green haunts Of Sherwood, nigh which place they have ta'en a house In the town of Nottingham, and pass for foreigners, Wearing the dress of Frenchmen .-- All which I have perused with so attent And child-like longings, that to my doting ears Two sounds now seem like one, One meaning in two words, Sherwood and Liberty.
And, gentle Mr.Sandford, 'Tis you that must provide now The means of my departure, which for safety Must be in boy's apparel.
_Sand_.

Since you will have it so (My careful age trembles at all may happen), I will engage to furnish you.
I have the keys of the wardrobe, and can fit you With garments to your size.
I know a suit Of lively Lincoln green, that shall much grace you In the wear, being glossy fresh, and worn but seldom.
Young Stephen Woodvil wore them while he lived.
I have the keys of all this house and passages, And ere daybreak will rise and let you forth.
What things soe'er you have need of I can furnish you; And will provide a horse and trusty guide, To bear you on your way to Nottingham.
_Marg_.