Yes, forsooth, I come.--Laugh at him, I pray you.
[Exeunt.]
ACT III. SCENE I. Grove near the Court.
[Enter Mucedorus solus.]
MUCEDORUS.
From Amadine and from her father's court, With gold and silver and with rich rewards, Flowing from the banks of golden treasuries,--More may I boast and say: but I, Was never shepheard in such dignity.
[Enter the messenger and the clown.]
MESSENGER.
All hail, worthy shepherd.
MOUSE.
All reign, lowly shepherd..
MUCEDORUS.
Welcome, my friends; from whence come you?
MESSENGER.
The King and Amadine greets thee well, and after greetings done, bids thee depart the court: shepherd, begone.
MUCEDORUS.
Whose words are these? came these from Amadine?
MESSENGER.
Aye, from Amadine.
MOUSE.
Aye, from Amadine.
MUCEDORUS.
Ah, luckless fortune, worse than Phaeton's tale, My former bliss is now become my bale.
MOUSE.
What, wilt thou poison thy self?
MUCEDORUS.
My former heaven is now become my hell.
MOUSE.
The worse ale house that I ever came in, in all my life.
MUCEDORUS.
What shall I do?
MOUSE.
Even go hang thy self half an hour.
MUCEDORUS.
Can Amadine so churlishly command, To banish the shepherd from her Father's court?
MESSENGER.
