Atthesewords，pronouncedinatoneofmajestysuitedtothehighrank，andnolessdistinguishedcharacterofCur-de-Lion，theyeomenatoncekneeleddownbeforehim，andatthesametimetenderedtheirallegiance，andimploredpardonfortheiroffences。
``Rise，myfriends，’’saidRichard，inagracioustone，lookingonthemwithacountenanceinwhichhishabitualgood-humourhadalreadyconqueredtheblazeofhastyresentment，andwhosefeaturesretainednomarkofthelatedesperateconflict，exceptingtheflusharisingfromexertion，——``Arise，’’
hesaid，``myfriends！——Yourmisdemeanours，whetherinforestorfield，havebeenatonedbytheloyalservicesyourenderedmydistressedsubjectsbeforethewallsofTorquilstone，andtherescueyouhavethisdayaffordedtoyoursovereign。Arise，myliegemen，andbegoodsubjectsinfuture——Andthou，braveLocksley——’’
``CallmenolongerLocksley，myLiege，butknowmeunderthename，which，Ifear，famehathblowntoowidelynottohavereachedevenyourroyalears——IamRobinHoodofSherwoodForest。’’*
*FromtheballadsofRobinHood，welearnthatthiscelebrated*outlaw，whenindisguise，sometimesassumedthenameof*Locksley，fromavillagewherehewasborn，butwheresituated*wearenotdistinctlytold。