All language subtitles for The Story of Robin Hood and His Merrie Men _ Disney+

A song, a rollicky song as I roll along
my way With a hey derry die and a derry

die doing a riddley diddley day Hark

to the tale of Robin Hood and of his
merry men He's like you are not like to

in all the world again His bow was long,
his arm was strong, and his heart was

good and true Well, did he fight?

To gain the right, and so I pray, may
you.

Isn't that daughter of mine ready to
leave?

Ay, my lord.

I have her ready, decked and adorned
like any daffodil.

There'll be no other lady half so fine.

And when the queen set eye on my pretty,
she'll take her, my lord, never fear.

Then find the girl quickly, good tib.
Unless we leave within the hour, I shall

miss the king at Nottingham.

Yes, my lord.

Marion.

Marion. Please, take that naughty
gadigat.

Playing will -o' -the -whisperer at a
time like this? Marion!

Marion!

Master Fitzhuth!

Where's that harum -scarum son of yours?

The maid's not with Robin, if that's
what you mean.

Find one bad penny, I'll find two.

Nay, my lad's alone in the meadow,
drawing his bow against a willow wand.

Mr. Mark again, poor fellow?

There's more than one way to bring down
a quarry.

Marion.

Marion.

Saints above now look at you.

With my lord, the earl kept waiting
while you lie groveling in the dirt and

showing your garter.

A lady who was old enough to serve the
queen should be old enough to act the

lady.

Well, my dear Lord and Father, I will
attend him presently.

You have my leave to go, good Tip.

Well.

And you, good Rogue, have my gracious
leave to pine and fret till my return.

Why should I?

To please a lady.

If I could please myself, I'd take the
cross and follow my king to the Holy

Land. You'd come to the same thing in
the end.

Chop off individual heads enough, you'd
come back a knight.

As a knight, you'd go jostling in a
tournament to please a lady and have

own head chopped off.

Ah, it'd be worth it.

Is she so passing fair?

Aye. Describe her to me, Robin.

Well, she's very...

Your father's waiting for you. I know, I
know. Tell me quickly.

Well, she's tall and stately with bonny
blue eyes and

golden hair.

And above all, she's sweetly tempered.

I would you were coming with us, Brother
John.

I was not born to conquer kingdoms,
Richard.

Then while I'm gone, you must help me
govern mine.

Our Midland counties need the firm
guidance of a princely hand. I pledge

faith. I will uphold and administer your
laws with the strictest diligence.

Diligence, yes.

Tempered with understanding.

The strength of England stems from the
well -being of her humblest peasant.

Let your first care be for our kingdom.

Your second.

For our lady mother.

A woman who has reared two sons like you
can look after herself.

Welcome, Huntingdon.

Rise up, man. Do not kneel to a brother
knight of the cross.

Now, truly, we can say the best and
bravest of our realm are gathered here.

God make us worthy of your trust, sir.

But before we go, I have a boon to ask
of the queen, your mother.

I pray you, madam.

Take my girl into your household till my
return.

Come here, child.

What is your name?

Marion, madam.

Marion. A sweet and gentle name.

Does your nature match it?

If it please the queen.

Rise, then.

I will take her, and in your absence,
keep her safe.

I humbly thank you, madam.

My lord king, I too would beg a boon.
What, another petitioner?

Say on, sir sheriff. My men and I would
follow our king across the sea.

Granted. The king wills it.

Find a new sheriff for Nottingham and
men to serve him. I will, my lord.

Prince Bishop of Canterbury, we ask a
blessing on this armor's holy

Almighty God, Lord of battles, lead the
armies of the cross to the holy places

and give them, we beseech thee, victory
in the coming strife.

Grant wisdom and guidance to the princes
of Christendom.

And vouchsafe that those who fall may
enter the glory of thy kingdom.

To

horse!

A heavy responsibility rests upon me
from this hour.

Kings have died on crusades.

The prince in line for the succession
needs men about him he can trust.

My lord, I am yours as blade to hilt.

Good.

You shall be my new sheriff of
Nottingham.

As sheriff, you will enforce the
trespass laws in Sherwood Forest, not

Richard's lenient hand, but to the very
letter of those laws.

For such a task, we'll need a larger
posse. We'll need an army. Aye, an army.

An army of hard shooters.

Men that can feather their arrows at ten
score yards should their prince so much

as whisper his command.

Can your estate maintain so large a
force?

Our men will maintain themselves.

Gathering my new taxes.

My lord, you have a kingly mind.

Then bestow you man.

I shall look to see the finest bowmen in
the kingdom wearing the sheriff's

livery. Give me about a fortnight and
I'll have such men enlisted. Good.

You shall show me what they can do at
the shooting match at Nottingham Fair.

There they are, sir.

Handpicked for their martyrship.

I'm waiting to see them win.

Good fortune has been given to us now.

Beware.

Oh, ye arches at Nottingham Fair.

Of our new sheriff's hirelings.

Beware, oh.

Since they levy a tax on thy chattels
elsewhere.

They may here tax thy bow.

They'll help to bring his bullies down a
peg

of 120 paces.

The remaining archers are Robin Fitzhuth
of Huntington.

Hugh Fitzhuth of Huntington.

Red Gill in the service of the Sheriff
of Nottingham.

The crowd are not cheering your Berman,
Sheriff.

My men have been gathering some small
part of the new taxes, my lord.

Redgill will win for us.

There's not a man in England who can out
-shoot him at such a distance.

How do better than that, my beardless
waltz?

Don't be distracted, lad.

You must expect such rudeness from the
men who serve our new sheriff.

Their manners but match their deeds of
late.

Forgive me, sir. I've been beating him.
I've robbed you of a chance to win.

No man is beat until he admits it.

Well and truly have you won it. My Lady
Paramount, I beg a favor of your grace.

Give the prize to him whose arrow hit
the mark first, and no less truly than

mine.

Well said, good yeoman.

Thank you, my Queen.

To please a lady?

Your archery is vastly improved.

There was no one to meddle with my
target.

Then mayhap I deserve the prize.

Thank you, Robin.

It will remind me of this day wherever I
may go.

Do you leave Nottingham?

Today? I journey with the Queen to
London.

God keep you.

good yeoman.

Good yeoman, hear me.

Our gracious Lord Prince John has given
a barrel of English ale of the ripe

October brewing for all you brave rogues
who drew bows before the Queen.

At 80 paces, he's free to take service
with me.

I'll have high bows only, no dribblers
and squirters.

If you'll be men of mine, step forward.

I'll follow.

Aye, I'm with you.

What say you, good Fitzhuth?

Will you and your son change your coats?

Twenty marks a man will be your wage at
Christmas time.

I will not change my coat.

Nor will my lad change his.

In the old days, I'd have been proud to
wear King Richard's livery.

But a forester in Sherwood nowadays is
no better than a tax gatherer or a

sheriff's bully.

You'll not tempt me to raise my bow
against my neighbor. Silence!

I will not keep silence.

It's time an honest man spoke out.

It's who speaks my mind.

And mine, too.

What do you do when the cock crows too
loud?

Tremors come.

It is a pity the Queen will not remain
in Nottingham.

And the maid with the golden arrow?

No, I mean the Queen.

A man who defies the new sheriff, as you
did, may have need of her help.

I'll speak my mind as an Englishman.

A no -licks little sheriff shall say me
nay.

I've tidings to tell, and new songs as
well, of the wonders I've seen far and

wide. But if you'd hear a tale from Alan
O'Dale, you must first drop a penny

inside.

Oh, Robin, who was called Fitzsue, is
dwelling in the wood.

His coat is changed to Lincoln Green,
and his name to Robin Hood.

Now Robin Hood doth hunt the deer that
in the woodlands prance, but

oft times shoots the sheriff's men by
sorrowful mischance.

Aye, but Robin, he had good cause.

Tis known who murdered his father.

Harken! Harken!

Having been informed of the felonies,
robberies and murders, committed by the

man known as Robin Hood, our liege, Lord
Prince John, has pronounced upon Robin

Hood sentence of outlawry.

You must catch Robin Hood before you can
hang him, and you'll find he's not

alone.

As many a good lad has taken up his
cause.

This'll hang him.

With 40 marks on his head, his best
friend'll fetch him in.

You sheriff's men will wear your links
to your knees before you'll find... And

any Judas that hungry for blood money.

Poor Robin Hood.

Poor Robin Hood.

With a riddle -y, diddle -y day.

He robs the rich to aid the poor.

A most unusual practice.

But now that he has been outlawed...

He needn't pay his taxes.

Oh, I'll sing a song, a rollicky song as
I roll the songs away.

With the hey -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee
-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee
-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee
-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee
-dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee -dee

-dee -dee -dee -de

Have you questioned him?

He's only a poor jackrabbit who will not
pay his tax.

I cannot pay the tax.

I've paid my lord's levy, but if you
take my cattle... What are you called?

Skateslock's my name.

Will you keep your cattle and go free of
the tax?

Show me how, sir.

Report has it that you gave aid to the
outlaw Robin Hood and know of his

whereabouts.

Lead us to him, and our reward will pay
your tax thrice over.

Another poacher? Called it red -handed
shooting the king's deer.

I had no other meat.

To pay the tax to graze my swine, I sold
my calf.

For the tax to build a sheepfold, I
sacrificed my pigs.

And when your forester set me out of
house and home whilst taxing me for

gathering hazelnuts, I fared into the
forest and killed a deer.

Shall we give him his ears to eat?

Nay. Use your knife on the deer.

Bring me the hide to Nottingham Square
and this carrion with it, and he shall

have his belly full of our hospitality.

Your cattle's in home with their rags.
There's a need for beggarmen in

Nottingham Square.

Hoist him up.

Let this be a warning to all who would
break our Midland laws.

If there be others amongst you who think
to live by poaching, the evasion of

taxes and the shielding of outlaws,
behold the punishment I have in store.

Begin.

a hundred new foresters you've been
boasting of.

Throughout the countryside, gathering
the tax money it takes to maintain them.

While a handful of outlaws dare enter
Nottingham in broad daylight, mock our

justice and put us to shame before the
townsmen.

My lord, I am guilty of holding this
Robin Hood too lightly.

On the morrow, I myself will lead a full
force against him.

Before I return, I will rid Sherwood
Forest of this outlaw and every last one

his men.

I give you my promise.

This also hurts, but it'll heal.

Rubber weight.

Bellow like a bull calf if you did that
to me.

You'll wear no shirt for five days.

I'll not wait so long to put on Lincoln
Green.

What's the meaning? Maybe a friend,
maybe a foe. We'll go with you, Robin.

Nay, if I need your help, I'll call.

Stand aside, fellow.

Wherefore?

To let the better man pass.

Then you stand aside.

Were you as tall as your pride, Goliath,
this would bring you down.

An arrow against the staff was never the
man's game.

By my faith, no man's ever put the
coward's name on me.

Will you wait here while I cut a cudgel?

Aye.

Oh, you know how that bout ended.

Well done, lad. I'll pay you back if I
can.

Beat me with bow strings if I dispute
any more bridges with you.

You've cracked my head, soaked my hide,
and drowned my hunting horn.

How are you known?

I'm called John Little.

I seek a prescribed and banished man
named Robin Hood.

To what end? To join him, and I care not
who knows it.

Well, he's not far off.

How now, good Master Robin.

Be you Robin Hood? I be.

Well now, John Little, I hope you hold
no hard thoughts for the drubbing I gave

you.

None.

Would you be of a mind to join us, John
Little?

We would eat fresh meat every day, sleep
soft, have money in your poke.

So be it, you shoot your own meat and
make your own bed and collect your own

wages. To give to poor souls in greater
need.

I'm your man.

There's my hand on it.

What say you, lads? Shall we christen
our infant?

Aye! Fetch me a hat full of water.

Nay.

Nay, if you'll not have us bring water
to him, we'll bring him to water.

up, little John.

Are you still with us, little John?

I am.

By all the saints' will, Scarlet, you
christen like a true churchman.

Yet I wish we had some man in holy
orders to care for our souls and look to

wounds. I know of one, a holy hermit who
lives near Arford Abbey, upstream from

here.

But he'd rather break heads than mend
them.

They call him Friar Tuck.

not me, lady, I'd have brought thee to
this solitary place to woo thee with

words alone.

Nay, nay, nay, good lad, I will drink no
wine, lest my head be dizzied with thy

sweet blandishments.

Be long.

Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.

Well then, try the meat pie.

It is very savoury.

Well,

the nearest morsel may have.

We have meat and drink enough.

But what is meat and drink without a
merry song?

Me, me, me, me, me, me. Me, me, me, me,
me, me, me.

There was a lover and his nest sat neath
a spreading

oak. And lest his heart should break
apart, the doting lover spoke.

Come, sing low.

Come sing high, come change thy name to
mine.

And you shall eat my capon pie and drink
my momsy wine.

Now, both together.

The maiden turned her head away and
answered ill at ease.

Is it in sport you pay me court with
such low words as...

You shall eat my capon pie and drink my
mom'sy wine.

And drink my mom'sy wine.

I am the good year. Give me a little
time, Snoopy nose.

Nay, nay. We should not quarrel who have
sung together so sweetly.

What seat do you hear?

Why, I come but to pray.

In yonder abbey.

Is there no bridge?

None. But since you go to pray, I'll not
stop you from wading across, as others

do. Oh, thank you.

Your kindness tempts me to ask a greater
boon.

Would you lend me the breadth of your
back to carry me over the stream?

Since you press me with such
arguments...

Well, the scripture says we must bear
one another's burdens.

What marvels have I seen today?

A friar singing a love song and a horse
quoting scripture.

How now?

I carry you over.

You can carry me back.

Come seeing low, come seeing high, come
change thy name to mine.

Now,

Jack

Priest, the game's turned my way again.

I'm still of a mind to gain the further
shore.

De de de de de de de.

Stand where you are.

Take the outlaw alive.

Stand back. You shall not interfere
until I'm done with him.

Step aside, priest.

Look you.

Until our private front is settled, your
claim upon him can wait. Throw the

prating priest into the river. Stand
back.

He's shown the sheriff enough sport.

Now it's our turn to do his lordship
honour.

Welcome, my lord sheriff.

Welcome to Sherwood.

They brought in the big buck himself.

Must have given him a wicked appetite.

And good hunting, Master Robin. Aye, a
lordly guest has condescended to grace

our table.

Pray be seated, my lord.

We do not stand upon ceremony here.

Unbind his eyes.

No man in England's been at greater
pains to have a look at our home in the

Greenwood.

Surely, my lord, you'll not disdain our
fare.

I have no taste for venison killed by
poachers.

Can you put an edge on his appetite,
Stutely?

Fill him up out of ale. Help him wash it
down.

You eat and drink of the best when you
dine with us.

That ale's of the ripe October brewing.

The Bishop of Hereford was sending it to
you, but we diverted it to a nobler

use.

Well, with it, we pledge our King.

My Lord Sheriff.

On your feet, sir.

I'll give you a health.

Here's to Richard of England.

Speak up, man.

Here's to Richard of England.

God grant him health and long life.

God grant him health and long life.

And bring confusion on his enemies, be
they peasant... And bring confusion on

his enemies, be they peasant... Or
prince.

Richard of England.

By the faith of my body, now that you've
pledged

your king as a loyal servant should,
we'll speed you on your way.

That is, when he's paid for his chair.

Aye.

Will you look to the reckoning, good
friar, and give fair dealing as an

son of the church?

I will be, master.

Clear away.

For the meal, nine pennies.

For this lad's back, nine crowns.

For the loss of my cattle, 20 shillings.
Twenty shillings. Twenty more for my

barn burn, for my taxes tripled. Ten
shillings more for my... Five for my...

Four marks for my son... My son thrown
down a well.

Roughly one hundred and... Two hundred
shillings.

You thieving mock priest, why don't you
join them too?

God forgive me, but it seems I have
already.

Come, let's see that colour of your
lordship's money.

Well and good.

But first we'll make a spectacle of you,
whereby the poor you persecute will

find new courage to resist.

Adam, catch his lordship's horse.

I pray you bring good news, my lord.

We are 30 ,000 marks nearer, I'll go.

The monasteries have melted up their
plate, hearing that the kings stood in

of ransom. God bless them.

What else?

Nothing.

London and the southern counties have
given their all, as have the barons of

north. Yet a fourth of the ransom is
still to be raised.

Have no fear, my lord.

The wealth of our Midland counties will
provide that amount and more.

We can rely on Prince John.

Madam, your son, Prince John, has
refused to contribute one stiver in

your son, King Richard. My Lord
Archbishop, he is the king's blood

He shall not hold back money in face of
the king's mead.

How could I guess that the royal coffers
would not supply the ransom?

You could have listened to my
messengers.

They didn't reach me.

But now that I know my brother's plight,
upon the morrow I'll order a public

donation in Nottingham Square.

Even though I'd be ashamed if the poor
outgave me.

Shamed indeed.

You could spare yourself such grave
humiliation by giving until they gape

gasp at your heroic generosity.

Would that I could.

The truth is that my nobles and I alike
are impoverished. Your brother Richard

gave you the ordering of eight earldoms.

Do their rents and tax monies yield you
no revenue?

The money goes out as fast as it comes
in.

I've been forced to recruit and support
hundreds of foresters, well nigh an

army. To protect whom against what?

To protect the realm.

Against a cursed outlaw who loots the
countryside.

With his stolen wealth, he's bribed a
following so numerous that he threatens

our state with civil war.

Who is this outlaw?

Robin Hood.

He that was named Robin Fitzhuth before
he took to Sherwood Forest to hide his

misdeeds.

It cannot be.

Hugh Fitzhuth is my father's chief
murderer.

Both he and his son Robin are men of
honor.

Hugh Fitzhuth is dead.

He was killed for shooting a king's
forester in the back.

His son has murdered three score
foresters since.

Whoever killed Hugh Fitzhuth...

Murdered the king's most loyal subject.

Loyal subject, indeed.

Good, madam.

He could have been no less.

As for the son, Robin and I were
playmates at Huntington.

I've known him all my life.

And I know he loves the king.

He loves him better in a foreign prison.

Once we bring Richard and his army back,
your outlaw dare not ply his trade.

Send me to Robin, Fitzhugh.

I'll prove to you his loyalty.

I cannot marry him. But with an escort.

I have you in trust from your father.

Let her go seek out her swain.

If the earl's proud daughter has already
been nicked by Cupid's darts, what harm

can outlaw's arrows do?

I pray you, madam.

No, my child. But my lady. Enough.

You shall not set foot outside the
castle walls.

Good morrow, my lady.

Good morrow, Giles.

Mistress Marion, why so sad?

If there's anything I can do, my lady,
you've but to command me.

The Queen's forbidden me to leave the
castle.

I wish Prince John would forbid me.

I've walked as far as Jerusalem and
back, just making trips to Nottingham

I'm on my way there now to fetch the
sheriff.

And before I find him, I may trudge
halfway to Sherworth Forest.

John?

Oh, the sheriff with three score bowmen
rode out of Nottingham town.

But Robin Hood left those bowmen a
-gasping on the ground.

Oh, the sheriff, he dined with Robin
Hood.

And when he had paid the score...

Back to Nottingham spurred, but from
what I heard, he rode hindsight to

four. So, here's to the tail in the
sheriff's hand, and here's to the bowl

thine.

And when you have drunk to Robin Hood,
pray leave a penny in mine, in mine.

Pray leave a penny in mine.

God bless you, young master.

What say you, Alan O'Dale?

Can you give us Phil the bowl?

I can.

But you must go to Clipston if you want
to hear it.

Save for this, young gentleman, a small
regard for a minstrel here.

Lookie, to reach Clipston, you must pass
through Sherwood Forest.

And if you meet the man you sing about,
you'll wish yourself safe back here.

I keep you company.

Aye, lad.

And welcome.

Hey, Midge.

Ain't you afraid of outlaws, neither?

It would be shame on England if a
minstrel's loot be stouter than a

staff.

Hey, there.

Minstrel.

I'll have you sing me a song right now.

What'll you have?

The one about Master Robin Hood.

Heard that already.

It would do no harm to hear it again.

If Master Robin chanced to hear it, it
would show him we're on his side, aye?

Aye.

Oh, the sheriff with three score bowmen
rode out of Nottingham Town.

But Robin Hood left those bowmen a
-gasping on the... I

trust

you like the song, my masters?

Read all of it?

Oh, yes.

No, sir.

Now, here's to good, kind Robin Hood.

And his bold yeomanry.

There's no better man than Scarlet.

Or little John.

In all our fair country.

Nay, that one man only shall pass the
hat in Sherwood Forest.

I've spent my last penny.

Good sir, Midge the Miller is known far
and wide as a poor honest tradesman with

no money at all.

Midge the Miller is known as Midge the
Miser.

What's in that bag?

There's naught in the sack but flour.

Oh, then I'll empty it out.

And if there's no gold, I'll pay you for
the flour.

But if I find gold in the bottom of the
bag, then we'll help you make a

contribution to the poor.

Good master, I beg of you.

Would you rob a poor miller? My friend,
we are but equalizing the taxes.

And we do it better to musics.

Strike up a tune.

Spare me the flour and you shall have
the money.

Ah.

Play, Blaston, play!

Well,

you're a pretty lad. And sweetly
tempered.

Like a lady I used to know. And I used
to know a gentleman called Robin

Fitzsuth. who would scorn to be a common
thief.

Come now, Miller, tell the page you
enjoyed the sport as much as we.

No man's a miser who gives blows so
freely.

Persuade him to join us if you can,
little John.

Our band will think us common thieves
indeed if we go back to camp empty

-handed.

Oh, come on, minstrel, the more the
merrier.

Oh, St.

Edward was for England, St. Dennis was
for France. No saint I be, but I'll

follow thee if you'll give me half a
chance.

We have robbed the rich.

Nor have we forsaken our religion or
forgotten our rightful king.

And that is the truth. Every word is I
have hope of heaven.

Well, my lady, have my men persuaded you
to join us too? They've convinced me of

their honesty.

Yet one thing I know.

If you could choose otherwise, would you
still be outlaws?

The Greenwood has its beauty and
abundance.

We find freedom here.

But... We are banished men, my lady.

Many have wives and children, and some
lack wives who want them.

Then give me every penny you possess.

What would you do with the money?

I'd give it towards the king's ransom
tomorrow at Nottingham Square.

Then everyone could see how much more
loyal you are than Prince John.

He and his nobles pretend they're too
poor to give as they should. Prince John

and that muddy, grubbing sheriff have
filched enough gold to ransom the king

twice over.

That's not what the prince tells the
queen.

He says you outlaws keep him poor and
that you dread the king's return because

it will end your thievery.

There can be but one answer to a lie so
monstrous.

Let's give it then.

Come on.

Now, lads, no holding back.

It is a pity there's not more.

There is more.

Thank you, Miller.

Now I must bear my way back to
Nottingham. Come along, then.

Friar Tuck and I will see you sheltered
in Alford Abbey for tonight.

But on the morrow, it'll be safer if he
alone is scorched for the rest of the

way. Then trust that to me.

God bless you all.

Goodbye.

If I could find a singer with a love
song in his throat, I'd rob the poor box

pay him his fee.

Whistle my love.

And I will... Come to thee I'll always

find you No matter where you may be

Whistle my love I'll hear

you calling me High on a

hilltop Or under the greenwood tree

Whistler song I sang to you when our
love was gay.

And every woodland breezed it below.

I'll always find you, no matter where
you may be.

I'll always find you, no matter

where you may be.

Come, lads.

Get on me back, and I'll wade you across
the stream before you can say Robin

Hood. Did I ask you the loan of your
back?

You have air now.

Then I'll not double the debt.

I'll go ahead to the abbey and bespeak a
night's lodging for me lady.

Sir, it's goodbye again.

It will always be goodbye till King
Richard returns.

Do you remember the day we said goodbye
at Huntingdon?

I do.

And you were wishing to join the crusade
and go to the Holy Land?

Yes.

It's well for England that you didn't.

I wonder.

You're serving your king better here,
Robin Fitzsuth.

Thank you, my lady.

Good -bye.

Good -bye.

Oh, Robin.

Will I ever see you again?

God willing.

has given 300 marks.

Edward of Bridgeford is the next to
give.

Tell him, man, you may sum up Sir
Edward's donation.

430.

Edward of Bridgeford has given 430
marks.

Good,

Sir Edward.

We thank thee on behalf of our beloved
Richard.

for thy loyal and exceeding generous
gift.

Marian.

My lady, I beg your forgiveness.

I did not act from willful disobedience.

Love of England compelled me to seek out
the king's real friends and prove to

you their loyalty.

This purse was given freely by Robin
Fitzsuth and his outlawed band, and with

their prayers for King Richard Swift's
return.

Should such tainted coin be mingled with
the gifts of honourable men?

With a sum of thousand marks, our noble
king would scorn to have us by his

freedom with the blood money of thieves.

Well said, sheriff.

Where's your thousand marks?

Yea, a thousand marks from the sheriff!

A thousand marks from the sheriff!

premature. I am confident that the
sheriff is but awaiting his turn to

all with his munificence.

You are right, Reverend Father.

What say you, Sir Sheriff?

My lords, you'll find my loyalty will
meet the test.

Bring forth my copper.

Proceed with the tally.

1187 marks.

You demanded 1 ,000.

I have given nigh on 1 ,200.

Though the gift has left me penniless, I
feel no shame if my poverty will aid

the safe release of our sovereign lord,
King Richard.

For such a cause, I would to heaven I
could give 10 ,000 more.

Heaven has heard you, my lord high
sheriff.

be thanked.

The deliverance of your king is assured.

The sheriff's heart was bigger than he
knew.

Three cheers for the sheriff of
Nottingham!

He sat down. Don't be a... Come,

lads. Back to Sherwood.

You sent for me, my lord?

There goes our tax money.

Tomorrow we'll see it on its way to
Austria, to save the king it was meant

overthrow.

Have you those among your bowmen you
would trust on a desperate venture?

Men who hate Robin Hood and fear the
king's return as much as you and I?

I have indeed, sir, many such.

What would you have them do?

disguise themselves as the outlaws of
Robin Hood, and steal our money back.

Here, my lord?

No.

Tomorrow, when the Queen and the
Archbishop are conveying the ransom

Sherwood Forest.

It's a brave plan.

We could succeed but for the girl.

Maid Marian?

She's mingled amongst the real outlaws,
met them face to face.

She alone could see through our
deception.

Then she shall not accompany the Queen.

Hubert, bring the Lady Marian to this
chamber.

Let her believe that His Grace the
Archbishop requests her presence here.

As for you, Sir Sheriff, send forth your
men at dawn dressed in their accustomed

livery. Bid them ride a full 20 miles
down the great road through Sherwood

Forest. There they may lie in wait for
the convoy.

And when they've done the deed, let them
return to the castle straight, bringing

the money in their saddlebags.

An order, Archbishop.

This way, my lady.

She'll not be pleased to learn you've
slipped off again to join your outlaw

lover.

Hubert, I think it will be you who
caught sight of someone heading for the

forest tonight.

Someone dressed as a page.

Stutely. To the south!

No!

In the name of the King and Holy Church,
Stand aside and let us pass.

We are no kings save Robin Hood. Search
the way.

Hold.

Put down that chest.

Do you hear me?

I am Eleanor, Queen of England.

Down on your knees, you traitorous dogs.

Bring out those chests, I say.

Pay no heed to the old bellwether.

I pray you are unharmed, my queen.

No thanks to your cutthroat knaves.

They were no men of mine.

Stutely.

These will tell you whose men they
really were.

Tell this.

Are you one of us?

Then whom do you serve?

The sheriff of Nottingham.

Who serves Prince John.

Would you discover the brain behind the
stratagem?

God bless you, Robin Fitzsuth, for the
deed you have done this day.

The king shall hear of you and your
stout lads.

And I shall even forgive you for
stealing my lady Marion away again.

Marion?

You're a sly rogue, Robin Fitzsuth.

My lady, I've not seen her.

Where is the maid? She left the castle
last night.

At least, John told you so.

We shall return at once.

We must move on.

Our first duty is to the king. But I
have a duty to this girl. I must see to

safety. Nay, my lady.

Let me.

Lead us to Maid Marian, or you'll
forfeit your lives.

Robin!

Oh, Robbie.

Let us lower the drawbridge.

Nay, we came as sheriff's men. We'll
leave as such.

Escort to a queen's lady.

When the drawbridge is lowered, ride out
in good order.

Lower the drawbridge.

How's the sheriff?

Here's payment long overdue.

I beg you weigh the consequence.

Would you sign your own death warrant?

I'll do it so deaf the warders will
think you fell in a faint.

Spare me, I pray.

I swear on my honor as a knight, I would
not cry out if you but spare me.

So be it.

SHUT UP MAN!

Hey there, minstrel, wake up and sing.

With our leader flat on his back, what's
there to sing about?

A sweet rhyming minstrel, fain would I
be.

I'd sing like a nightingale, all dear
old Raoul.

A sweet rhyming minstrel thing would I
be.

I'd sing like a nightingale tall in a
tree.

I'd sing of good Robin Hood, wounded and
sick.

I'd sing of our king, may he hurry back
quick.

I'd sing of Prince John, be it only to
mock.

If he comes here, we'll split him.

Well, how's our invalid behaving this
morning?

Worse than ever.

Determined he's going to get up.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Getting up.

You are not.

A sup of barley broth.

I'm sick to death of barley broth.

And what's more, I've been bullied long
enough by you and that... that turnip

-faced friar.

Now you drink this. You drink it.

Pour it down his throat.

Stay in the shelter of the cave.

Which of you is Robin Hood?

I am.

What seek you here?

I come to rid this forest of outlaws.

Come you from Prince John?

I come in the king's name.

It is ever in the king's name, no matter
what the abuse may be.

And the true king not here to disclaim
it.

Take off your hood.

Don't think to order me.

Take your hood off or I'll knock it
about your ears from here to Nottingham.

Pardon our rash, unwitting words, my
lord king.

I'll forgive you more than that.

England stands deep in debt to you, and
to all your brave bowmen.

Robin Fitzsuth.

Henceforth you shall be known as Robin
Earl of Loxley.

Rise up, Sir Robin.

By the bones of St. Edward, another
outlaw.

Have you news of my father?

He awaits you at Huntingdon, where the
Queen has vowed you are to marry the

of Loxley.

My Lord King, have I no choice?

None.

or to say Robin Fitzsoup?

Who am I to question the dictates of the
Queen Mother and of my sovereign king?

Well said, my Earl of Loxley.

My gracious sovereign, I trust that in
deed and word I will...

With a hey derry die, and a derry die
do, and a riddle -a -diddle -a -day -day

-day, and a riddle -a -diddle -a -day.

Oh, I'll sing a song, a rollicky song as
I roll along my way, with a hey derry

die, and a derry die do, and a riddle -a
-diddle -a -day -day -day, and a riddle

-a -diddle -a -day.