MUCEDORUS. Well, Amadine, it only rests in thee Without delay to make thy choice of three: There stands Segasto, here a shepherd stands, There stands the third; now make thy choice.
MOUSE. A Lord at the least I am.
AMADINE. My choice is made, for I will none but thee.
SEGASTO. A worthy mate, no doubt, for such a wife.
MUCEDORUS. And, Amadine, why wilt thou none but me? I cannot keep thee as thy father did; I have no lands for to maintain thy state. Moreover, if thou mean to be my wife, Commonly this must be thy use: To bed at midnight, up at four, Drudge all day and trudge from place to place, Whereby our daily vittel for to win; And last of all, which is the worst of all, No princess then but plain a shepherd's wife.
MOUSE. Then, god ge you go morrow, goody shepherd!
AMADINE. It shall not need; if Amadine do live, Thou shalt be crowned king of Arragon.
MOUSE. Oh, master, laugh! when he's King, then I'll be a queen.
MUCEDORUS. Then know that which ne'er tofore was known: I am no shepherd, no Arragonian I, But born of Royal blood--my father's of Valentia King, my mother queen--who for Thy secret sake took this hard task in hand.
AMADINE. Ah how i joy my fortune is so good.
SEGASTO. Well now i see, Segasto shall not speed; But, Mucedorus, I as much do joy, To see thee here within our Court of Arragon, As if a kingdom had befain me. This time I with my heart surrender it to thee.
[He giveth her unto him.]
And loose what right to Amadine I have.
MOUSE. What a barn's door, and born where my father Was cunstable! a bots on thee, how dost thee?
MUCEDORUS. Thanks, Segasto; but yet you leveled at the crown.
MOUSE. Master, bear this and bear all.
SEGASTO. Why so, sir?
MOUSE. He says you take a goose by the crown.
SEGASTO. Go to, sir: away, post you to the king, Whose heart is fraught with careful doubts, Glad him up and tell him these good news, And we will follow as fast as we may.
MOUSE. I go, master; I run, master.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE II. Open Place near the Court of the King of Arragon.
[Enter the King and Collen.]
KING. Break, heart, and end my paled woes, My Amadine, the comfort of my life, How can I joy except she were in sight? Her absence breeds sorrow to my soul And with a thunder breaks my heart in twain.
COLLEN. Forbear those passions, gentle King, And you shall see twill turn unto the best, And bring your soul to quiet and to joy.
KING. Such joy as death, I do assure me that, And naught but death, unless of her I hear, And that with speed; I cannot sigh thus long-- But what a tumult do I hear within?
[The cry within, 'joy and happiness!']
COLLEN. I hear a noise of over-passing joy Within the court; my Lord, be of good comfort-- And here comes one in haste.
[Enter the Clown running.]
MOUSE. A King! a King! a King!
COLLEN. Why, how now, sirra? what's the matter?
MOUSE. O, tis news for a king, 'tis worth money.
KING. Why, sirra, thou shalt have silver and gold if it be good.
MOUSE. O, tis good, tis good. Amadine--
KING. Oh, what of her? tell me, & I will make thee a knight.
MOUSE. How a spright? no, by lady, I will not be a spright. Masters, get ye away; if I be a spright, I shall be so lean I shall make you all afraid.
COLLEN. Thou sot, the King means to make thee a gentleman.
MOUSE. Why, I shall want parrell.
KING. Thou shalt want for nothing.
MOUSE. Then stand away, trick up thy self: here they come.
[Enter Segasto, Mucedorus, and Amadine.]
AMADINE. My gratious father, pardon thy disloyal daughter.
KING. What do mine eyes behold? my daughter Amadine? Rise up, dear daughter & let these, my embracing arms, Show some token of thy father's joy, Which ever since thy departure hath languished in sorrow.
AMADINE. Dear father, never were your sorrows Greater than my griefs, Never you so desolate as I comfortless; Yet, nevertheless, acknowledging my self To be the cause of both, on bended knees I humbly crave your pardon.