With all my heart, were it far a greater thing, And what I may to furnish up there rites With pleasing sports and pastimes you shall see.
KING.
Thanks, good Segasto, I will think of this.
MUCEDORUS.
Thanks, good my Lord, & while I live Account of me in what I can or may.
AMADINE.
And, good Segasto, these great courtesies Shall not be forgot.
MOUSE.
Why, hark you, master: bones, what have you done? What, given away the wench you made me take such pains for? you are wise indeed! mas, and I had known of that I would have had her my self! faither, master, now we may go to breakfast with a woodcoke pie.
SEGASTO.
Go, sir, you were best leave this knavery.
KING.
Come on, my Lords, let's now to court, Where we may finish up the joyfullest day That ever hapt to a distressed King.
Were but thy Father, the Valencia Lord, Present in view of this combining knot.
[A shout within. Enter a Messenger.]
What shout was that?
MESSENGER.
My Lord, the great Valencia King, Newly arrived, entreats your presence.
MUCEDORUS.
My Father?
KING OF ARRAGON.
Prepared welcomes give him entertainment:
A happier Planet never reigned than that, Which governs at this hour.
