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MAJOR MOLINEUX
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ROBIN
WOMAN
ROBIN
WOMAN
ROBIN
WOMAN
ROBIN
that's why he likes to camp here.
~Illetimes
his greatness wearies
him.
These
days
even kings draw in their horns,
and mingle with the common people.
Listen, you'll hear him snoring by
the roof.
I hear a hollow sound.
My kinsman must be happy here.
I envy him this hideaway.
You mean to say you envy him
the mistress of his house. Don't worry,
a kinsman of the Major's is
my kinsman. I knew you right away.
You have your kinsman's leg and shoulders.
He wears an old three-cornered hat
and leather small-clothes here in the rain.
Why, you
are
the good old gentleman,
only you're young! What
is
this
cloth?
( The
WOMAN
feels the cloth of
ROBIN's
trousers.)
It's deerskin. I'm from Deerfield, Lady.
You must be starved. I'll make you happy.
I'll wait here on your doorstep, Lady.
Run up and tell the Major that
his Deerfield cousins are in town.
The Major'd
kill
me, if I woke
him.
You see, he spilled a little too much
rum in his tea. Listen, you'll hear
him snoring like a creaking rope.
I'll leave a note then. I must go,
my little brother needs some sleep.
(WOMAN
takes
ROBIN'S
hat and twirls it on her finger.)
What are you doing with my hat?