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Kingdoms
have
edicts
,
cities
have
their
charters
;
Even
the
wild
outlaw
,
in
his
forest-walk
,
Keeps
yet
some
touch
of
civil
discipline
;
For
not
since
Adam
wore
his
verdant
apron
,
Hath
man
with
man
in
social
union
dwelt
,
But
laws
were
made
to
draw
that
union
closer
.
Old
Play
The
daylight
had
dawned
upon
the
glades
of
the
oak
forest
.
The
green
boughs
glittered
with
all
their
pearls
of
dew
.
The
hind
led
her
fawn
from
the
covert
of
high
fern
to
the
more
open
walks
of
the
greenwood
,
and
no
huntsman
was
there
to
watch
or
intercept
the
stately
hart
,
as
he
paced
at
the
head
of
the
antler
'd
herd
.
The
outlaws
were
all
assembled
around
the
Trysting-tree
in
the
Harthill-walk
,
where
they
had
spent
the
night
in
refreshing
themselves
after
the
fatigues
of
the
siege
,
some
with
wine
,
some
with
slumber
,
many
with
hearing
and
recounting
the
events
of
the
day
,
and
computing
the
heaps
of
plunder
which
their
success
had
placed
at
the
disposal
of
their
Chief
.
The
spoils
were
indeed
very
large
;
for
,
notwithstanding
that
much
was
consumed
,
a
great
deal
of
plate
,
rich
armour
,
and
splendid
clothing
,
had
been
secured
by
the
exertions
of
the
dauntless
outlaws
,
who
could
be
appalled
by
no
danger
when
such
rewards
were
in
view
.
Yet
so
strict
were
the
laws
of
their
society
,
that
no
one
ventured
to
appropriate
any
part
of
the
booty
,
which
was
brought
into
one
common
mass
,
to
be
at
the
disposal
of
their
leader
.
