SEGASTO.
I tell thee, the shepherd killed him.
MOUSE.
O, did a so? But, master, I will have all his apparel, if I carry him away.
SEGASTO.
Why, so thou shalt.
MOUSE.
Come, then, I will help; mass, master, I think his mother song looby to him, he is so heavy.
[Exeunt Segasto and Mouse.]
MUCEDORUS.
Behold the fickle state of man,
That’s always mutable, never at one!
Sometimes we feed on fancies with the sweet
Of our desires, sometimes again
We feel the heat of extreme miseries.
Now I’m in favour ’bout the court and country;
Tomorrow will those favours turn to frowns.
Today I live, revenged on my foe,
Tomorrow I die, my foe reveng’d on me.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. The Forest
Enter Bremo, a wild man.
BREMO.
No passenger this morning? What, not one?
A chance that seldom doth befall.
What, not one? Then lie thou there,
And rest thyself till I have further need.