Why there, now! that very word 'greasy' hath a kind of unction in it, a smack of relish about it. Come, come, why do ye loiter here? Carry fresh rushes into the dining-hall, for those that are there they be so greasy and smell so vilely that my Lady Marian holds her nose when she steps across it. Sir Richard must scrape and scrape till he get to the land again. None, nor of the gold, nor the man who took out the gold but now ye know why we live so stintedly, and why ye have so few grains to peck at. And if they be not paid back at the end of the year, the land goes to the abbot. Then he borrowed the moneys from the Abbot of York, the Sheriff's brother. Right as an Oxford scholar, but the boy was taken prisoner by the Moors.Īnd Sir Richard was told he might be ransomed for two thousand marks in gold. Spare me thy spare ribs, I pray thee but now I ask you all, did none of you love young Walter Lea?Īy, if he had not gone to fight the King's battles, we should have better battels at home. I would like to show you, Mistress Kate, how bare and spare I be on the rib: I be lanker than an old horse turned out to die on the common.
#Death scene the sherriff of nottingham full
She hath looked well at one of 'em, Little John.Īy, how fine they be in their liveries, and each of 'em as full of meat as an egg, and as sleek and as round-about as a mellow codlin.īut I be worse off than any of you, for I be lean by nature, and if you cram me crop-full I be little better than Famine in the picture, but if you starve me I be Gaffer Death himself. We be more like scarecrows in a field than decent servingmen and then, I pray you, look at Robin Earl of Huntingdon's men. I am fed with tit-bits no more than you are, but I keep a good heart and make the most of it and, truth to say, Sir Richard and my Lady Marian fare wellnigh as sparely as their people.Īnd look at our suits, out at knee, out at elbow. You be fed with tit-bits, you, and we be dogs that have only the bones, till we be only bones our own selves. You do well, Mistress Kate, to sing and to gather roses. These roses for my Lady Marian these lilies to lighten Sir Richard's black room, where he sits and eats his heart for want of money to pay the abbot.Īnd the maid a kiss to the man.
SCENE I.- The garden before Sir Richard Lea's castle. Scene I, The Bond Scenes II, III, The Outlawry Retainers, Messengers, Merry Men, Mercenaries, Friars, Beggars, Sailors, Peasants (men and women), &c. Then he turned and disappeared in the swirling snow.Maid Marian, daughter of Sir Richard Lea. TAKE HER SOMEWHERE WARM AND GIVE HER A GOOD DINNER, he commanded, pushing the bundle into the arms of one of them. Death stepped out into the street and accosted two figures who were tramping through the drifts. The snowflakes fell like angel’s feathers. THERE’S NO BETTER PRESENT THAN A FUTURE.ĭeath scooped up the girl and strode to the end of the alley. “You ain’t really allowed to do that,” said Albert, feeling wretched. Then he set the lifetimer on the air and touched it with a finger. “You know, now that I come to tell someone…”ĭeath looked down at the shape under the falling snow. I suppose people think it’s more… satisfying the other way…” Albert hesitated and then growned. WHY NOT TURN UP BEFORE? AN ANGEL HAS QUITE A LARGE CARRYING CAPACITY. That’s how the story goes, master, ‘s not my fault.”
“More sort of just after the last minute.” Albert coughed nervously. THEY TURN UP AT THE LAST MINUTE WITH WARM CLOTHES AND A HOT DRINK? But, look, it’s all right, anyway, because she wakes up and it’s all bright and shining and tinkling music and there’s angels, master.”ĪH. Now whenever I hear the original Hans Christian Anderson piece, it just makes me angry. If it helps, Sir Terry Pratchett included a great bit of fix-it fanfic for this one in Hogfather. I'd never read The Little Match Girl, until as an adult, I read it out loud to my four-year-old nephew and by the end, I was sobbing so much I could barely choke out the last sentence.
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