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after an effort, succeeds. He hurls himself against the doorway, and finds it hopeless. He turns to the window, peers through it for a moment, then suddenly unwinds a scarf from his neck, ties it to one of the bars and stands to one side._] ROBIN Too high a shot for most of my good bowmen! What's that? A miss? [_He looks thro' the window._] Good lad, he'll try again! [_He stands at the side once more and an arrow comes thro' the window._] Why, that's like magic! [_He pulls up the thread attached to it._] Softly, or 'twill break!-- Ah, now 'tis sturdy cord. --I'll make it fast. But, how to break these bars! St. Nicholas, There's someone climbing. He must have a head Of iron, and the lightness of a cat! Downward is bad enough, but up is more Than mortal! Who the devil can it be? Thank God, it's growing dark. But what a risk! None of my merry men could e'en attempt it. I'm very sure it can't be Little John. What, Shadow-of-a-Leaf! [_SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF appears at the window._] 'Fore God, dear faithful fool, I am glad to see you. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF Softly, gossip, softly, Pull up the rope a little until we break This bar away--or some kind friend may see The dangling end below. Now here's a toothpick, Six inches of grey steel, for you to work with, And here's another for me. Pick out the mortar! [_They work to loosen the bars._] Wait! Here's a rose I brought you in my cap And here's a spray of fern! Old Nature's keys Open all prisons, I'll throw them in for luck, [_He throws them into the cell and begins working feverishly again._] So that the princes of the world may know The forest let you out. Down there on earth, If any sees me, they will only think The creepers are in leaf. Pick out the mortar! That's how the greenwood works. You know, 'twill thrust Its tendrils through these big grey stones one day And pull them down. I noticed in the courtyard The grass is creeping though the crevices Already, and yellow dandelions crouch In all the crumbling corners. Pick it out! This is a very righteous work indeed For men in Lincoln green; for
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