May I never again have roof but the blue sky, nor canopy but the green leaves, nor barrier but the forest-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.
"Oh 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 offence.
Why anti-christian?
Because anti-catholic?
Why anti-catholic?
Because anti-roman.

Why anti-roman?
Because Carthaginian.