rooftree

Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! / Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the rooftree fall.

[T]he merry company flocked into the King's House, to dance again and drink tea, and make more love, and play round games, and joke, and sing songs, and eat supper under old Colonel Stafford's snug and kindly roof-tree.