Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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Sheriff: Send my couriers out to announce the greatest shooting match in the country. Say that a handsome prize is offered, a silver arrow with gold tip, which our best arrow-maker is shaping here. Now go and send in the Captain. QMessenger bows and leaves. Shortly after, the Captain enters: the face of the maid servant is seen peeping in as he opens the door.j Cap- tain, I have been long trying, as thou knowest, to seize that poaching knave, Robin Hood. I have planned a great archery contest which will, I trow, lure him to Nottingham Town and into my power! Muster my soldiers together and station two for every one of Robinis men on the shooting grounds. Captain: Your orders will be fulfilled, Lord Sheriff. QBows and leavesj Sheriff rubs hands complacently and sits down beside arrow-maker. SCENE II. In the Greenwood. Robin's men are having a merry time singing and frolicking under the tree. Little John Qthrowing up his caplz Hooray! Hooray! Here cometh our master and at a good pace, too. Welcome back, Sir Robin! What news dost thou bring from Lincoln Town? Things are to thy liking, I wager, by the twinkling of thy eye. Robin: Right glad am I to get back, men. Listen, for I have news for thee. Our honored friend, the sheriff of Nottingham, hath proclaimed a great shooting-match through all the country round. The prize is a silver arrow and that silver arrow must be won by Robin's archers of Sherwood. Let us make ready our bows and arrows and hie to Lincoln Town. QAII shout and form a circle dancing around the chief. David of Doncaster runs into their midst breathlessj David: Master, I have just returned from Nottingham. My sister, thc maid-servant at the sheriff's, whispered me that the contest is a trap to catch you. The fat old fox will have his soldiers all about to watch for our merry archers. Be ruled by me and stay in Sherwood forest. Robin Claying hand on David's shoulderj: Now, thou art a wise lad and keepest thine ears open and thy mouth shut, like a crafty woodsman. But shall it be said that the fat sheriff cowed my archers, the bravest in all merry England? No, David, I shall shoot for the silver arrow and win it. Little John: Let's meet stealth with stealth. Let's off with our Lincoln Green and feathered cap, and journey to Nottingham in different guise. Robin: John speaketh sense as ever he doth. Little John: I'll go as a friar dressed in brown and I'll comfort troubled souls. Another: I'l1 go in yellow as a cobbler and mend worn souls. Robin: I'l1 be a beggar in red rags and a patched eye. I 25

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And a-begging I will go And a-begging I will go With hat and cloak And staff of oak A-begging I will go. David: I'll go with thee master as another beggar, but clad in blue. Robin: Ay, that thou shalt, David. We must divide the baud into two's and three's and travel separately. I foresee a merry lark at the sherii'f's ex- pense. fMen join hands dancing in a circle.j SON G. Men call me bold Robin Hood, The forest deep is my home, With my merry men I dwell in the glen And our roof is the broad sky dome. With arrow and lance we range The highways and forests free, Rich travelers harryg then ne'er stop to tarry, But hie to the Greenwood tree To dance 'ncath the Greenwood tree. ACT II. The contest. Open field with targets at one end and raised seats for sheriff and wife at other end, where archers stand. Great crowd assembled. Sheriff Con the dais, looking round anxiouslyj: Surely Robin Hood will come, but I can't see any Lincoln Green suits. Master of Lists: Everything is ready, your worship, and the crowd is getting impatient. Sheriff: llow many men are here to try for the prize? M. of Lists: About a hundred. Sheriff: Are liobin and his men here? I do not see any Lincoln Green. M. of Lists: No, not a man of his. fAsidej Just like the stupid fel- low to expect ltoliin here in his Lincoln Green. I wager I could spy him if l looked 8l18I'p. Sheriff Hooking around mournfullyj: Well, I suppose we must begin. l'4-rhups he will colne later. I'l'here is a lull of voices as archers prepare their arms. They shoot in turn, und whenever the hulls-eye is hit, there is great cheering. Increased eheering when beggar in red shoots.l l. liyslunfler: lllne-jueket's the munl 2. liyslalulert liruvol Yellowl 26