CHAPTER XIII.
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 treasurer, 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 yesterday 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 Nottingham." "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 playing 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 present at the metamorphosis, she should not have known her own true Robin.