Though I were dumb and could not answer him, The beasts themselves would with relenting tears Bewail thy savage and unhumane deeds.
BREMO.
My love, why dost thou murmur to thy self?
Speak louder, for thy Bremo hears thee not.
AMADINE.
My Bremo? no, the shepherd is my love.
BREMO.
Have I not saved thee from sudden death, Giving thee leave to live that thou mightst love?
And dost thou whet me on to cruelty?
Come kiss me, sweet, for all my favours past.
AMADINE.
I may not, Bremo, and therefore pardon me.
BREMO.
See how she flings away from me; I will follow And give a rend to her. Deny my love!
Ah, worm of beauty, I will chastice thee;
Come, come, prepare thy head upon the block.
AMADINE.
Oh, spare me, Bremo, love should limit life, Not to be made a murderer of him self.
If thou wilt glut thy loving heart with blood, Encounter with the lion or the bear, And like a wolf pray not upon a lamb.
BREMO.
Why then dost thou repine at me?
If thou wilt love me thou shalt be my queen:
I will crown thee with a chaplet made of Ivy, And make the rose and lily wait on thee:
I'll rend the burley branches from the oak, To shadow thee from burning sun.
