BREMO. Fight for me or die? Or fight, or else thou diest?
AMADINE. You promised me to make me your queen.
AMADINE. You promised that I should have my will.
AMADINE. Then save this hermit's life; for he may save us both.
BREMO. At thy request I'll spare him, But never any after him. Say, hermit, What canst thou do?
MUCEDORUS. I'll wait on thee; sometime upon thy queen. Such service shalt thou shortly have as Bremo never had.
Enter_ SEGASTO, _the_ CLOWN, _and_ RUMBELO.
SEGASTO. Come, sirs; what, shall I never have you Find out Amadine and the shepherd.
CLOWN. And I have been through the woods, and through the woods, And could see nothing but an emmet.
RUMBELO. Why, I see a thousand emmets; thou meanest a little one?
CLOWN. Nay, that emmet that I saw was bigger than thou art.
RUMBELO. Bigger than I? what a fool have you to your man? I pray you, master, turn him away.
SEGASTO. But dost thou hear, was he not a man?
CLOWN. I think he was, for he said he did lead a salt-seller's life about the woods.
SEGASTO. Thou wouldest say, a solitary life about the woods?
CLOWN. Thou art a wise man; why, he did nothing but sleep since he went.
SEGASTO. But tell me, Mouse, how did he go?
CLOWN. In a white gown, and a white hat on his head, and a staff in his hand.
SEGASTO. I thought so; it was a hermit that walked a solitary life in the woods. Well, get you to dinner; and after never leave seeking, till you bring some news of them, or I'll hang you both. [_Exit_.
CLOWN. How now, Rumbelo, what shall we do now?
RUMBELO. Faith, I'll home to dinner, and afterward to sleep.
RUMBELO. Faith, I care not; for I know I shall never find them. Well, I'll once more abroad, and if I cannot find them, I'll never come home again.
CLOWN. I tell thee what, Rumbelo; thou shalt go in at one end of the wood, and I at the other, and we will meet both together in the midst.
RUMBELO. Content; let's away to dinner. [_Exeunt.
MUCEDORUS. Unknown to any here within these woods, With bloody Bremo do I lead my life. The monster he doth murther all he meets; He spareth none, and none doth him escape. Who would continue--who, but only I-- In such a cruel cutthroat's company? Yet Amadine is there; how can I choose? Ah, silly soul! how oftentimes she sits And sighs, and calls, _Come, shepherd, come; Sweet Mucedorus, come and set me free_, When Mucedorus present stands her by! But here she comes.