MUCEDORUS. Ay, sir, I warrant I will not forget you. Ah, Amadine! what should become of thee? Whither shouldst thou go so long unknown? With watch and ward each passage is beset, Doubtless she hath lost herself within these woods, And wand'ring to and fro she seeks the well, Which yet she cannot find; Therefore will I seek her out. [_Exit.
BREMO. Amadine! How like you Bremo and his woods?
AMADINE. As like the woods of Bremo's cruelty. Though I were dumb, and could not answer him, The beasts themselves would with relenting tears Bewail thy savage and unhuman deeds.
BREMO. My love, why dost thou murmur to thyself? 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 might'st 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[183] to her. [_Aside_. Deny my love; ah, worm of beauty! I will chastise thee; come, come, Prepare thy head upon the block.
AMADINE. O, spare me, Bremo! love should limit life, Not to be made a murderer of himself. If thou wilt glut thy loving heart with blood, Encounter with the lion or the bear, And (like a wolf) prey 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 complet made of ivory, And make the rose and lily wait on thee. I'll rend the burly branches from the oak,[184] To shadow thee from burning sun: The trees shall spread themselves where thou dost go; And as they spread, I'll trace along with thee.
AMADINE. You may; for who but you? [_Aside_.
BREMO. Thou shalt be fed with quails and partridges, With blackbirds, larks, thrushes, and nightingales. Thy drink shall be goats' milk and crystal water, Distill'd from the fountains and the clearest springs, And all the dainties that the woods afford I'll freely give thee to obtain thy love.
AMADINE. You may; for who but you? [_Aside_.
BREMO. The day I'll spend to recreate my love, With all the pleasures that I can devise, And in the night I'll be thy bed-fellow, And lovingly embrace thee in mine arms.