Sheriff of Nottingham: Cousin, I justify your intrusion with news of profound value.
Guy of Gisbourne: I met a hooded man today who made me warn you not to harm his people.
Sheriff of Nottingham: [to a wench] Who told you to cover up? [to Guy] His name?
Guy of Gisbourne: Robin of Locksley.
Sheriff of Nottingham: The prodigal son returns. He's a whelp! This girl could vest him. [to a servant] Put it there!
Guy of Gisbourne: Yes, well this whelp has vested four of my men.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Yes, your men who were probably drunk. But you survived, cousin.
Guy of Gisbourne: I've barely survived. He has a companion, a dark skinned foreigner with a dark face of Islam and a Saracens sword.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Yes, yes, I'm sure it would take an army to match these rogues. I trust that Locksley must have visited his manor and find the home fire still burning.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Locksley, I will cut your heart out with a spoon!
Robin of Locksley: And then it begins.
Guy of Gisbourne: Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Because it's dull, you twit! It'll hurt more! Oh, I want this brigand found. Starve them out, slaughter there, no, and take their livestock. I want Locksley's own people fighting to bring his head in.
Guy of Gisbourne: Perhaps, we could create a name for him. Something to drive fear in the hearts of the populous, maybe "Locksley the Lethal" or "Weakling Robin".
Sheriff of Nottingham: Whatever! I want him dead by the next full moon, before the barons come back. [to Scribe] Now, sew! And keep the stitches small!
Maid Marian: How is it, that a once-arrogant young nobleman has found contentment, living rough with the salt of the earth?
Robin of Locksley: I've seen knights in armor panic at the first hint of battle. And I've seen the lowliest, unarmed squire pull a spear from his own body to defend a dying horse. Nobility is not a birthright. It's defined by one's actions.
Maid Marian: It's interesting to hear you say that.
Robin of Locksley: I didn't. My father did.
Maid Marian: Did the holy quest erase your hatred of him?
Robin of Locksley: I don't know. All I know is that our last words in this world were spoken in anger. I was lost after my mother died. My father too, and for a short time he found comfort in the arms of another woman, a peasant woman. I thought he was betraying my mother's memory.
Maid Marian: So he gave her up?
Robin of Locksley: For the love of a twelve-year-old by who would never forgive him.
Sheriff of Nottingham: What a beautiful child. So young, so alive, so unaware of how precarious life can be. I had a very sad childhood, I'll tell you about it sometime. I never knew my parents; it's amazing I'm sane. Marian, our union would allow these children to grow up as my allies. You understand... I cannot allow them to grow up as my enemies.
Maid Marian: I have no choice.
Sheriff of Nottingham: That's true.
Bishop of Hereford: It's rebellion, my lord. We must escape.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Marry us!
Maid Marian: I will never marry you!
[Mortianna slaps Marian]
Sheriff of Nottingham: That's my wife, crone!
[Mortianna feels Marian's stomach]
Maid Marian: Get away!
Mortianna: She is ripe. She will give us a son. You must take her now.
Sheriff of Nottingham: I will not take her until we are properly wed! For once in my life, I will have something pure. Will you stop interfering?
Bishop: It's madness to delay.
Mortianna: Marry them or face me!
King Richard: I will not allow this wedding to proceed!
Robin of Locksley: My lord!
King Richard: Unless, I'm allowed to give the bride away! You look radiant, cousin.
Maid Marian: Oh, Richard.
Robin of Locksley: I'm deeply honored, Your Majesty.
King Richard: It is I who am honored, Lord Locksley. Thanks to you, I still have the throne. Friar, proceed!
Tagline
For the good of all men, and the love of one woman, he fought to uphold justice by breaking the law.
