Ben Jonson — The Sad Shepherd. Act 1. Scene 2.

Marian, Tuck, John, VVood-men, &c.     Mar.Know you, or can you guess, my merry men, What 'tis that keeps your Master, Robin-hood, So long, both from his Marian, and the Wood?     Tuc. Forsooth, Madam, he will be here by Noon, And prays it of your Bounty, as a Boon, That you by them have kill'd him Venisom some, To feast his jolly Friends, who hither come In threaves to frolick with him, and make cheer; Here's Little John hath harbour'd you a Deer, I see by his tackling.     Jo. And a Heart of Ten, I trow he be, Madam, or blame your Men: For by his Slot, his Entries, and his Port, His Freyings, Fewmets, he doth promise Sport, And standing 'fore the Dogs; He bears a Head, Large and well beam'd; with all Rights somm'd, and spread.     Mar. Let's rowse him quickly, and lay on the Hounds.     Jo. Scathlock is ready with them on the Grounds: So is his Brother Scarlet: now they 'ave found His Layre, they have him sure within the Pound.     Mar. Away then, when my Robin bids a Feast, 'Twere sin in Marian to defraud a Guest.