Robin: Do you have a problem?
Marian: More than I can say in one minute. This life, this pretence, is driving me mad. Gisborne sniffs around me like a little spaniel. My father would have me marry him for fear of anyone guessing we are not wholly in league with the Sheriff. As for the Night Watchman, it is not enough for me and it is too much for my father. What I want, who I am, does not count. I am sick of it all. I am leaving home.
Robin: To go where?
Marian: I do not know.
Robin: That is unwise.
Marian: I am sick of people- and it always men- telling me what is wise and what is not.
Robin: Then tell me what it you want!
Marian: Help! I want somebody, for once, to think about how they can help me. Help me to do what I want to do; what I think is wise.