MUCEDORUS.
Welcome, my friends, from whence come you?
MESSENGER.
The King and Amadine do greet thee well.
And after greeting done, bid thee depart the court.
Shepherd, begone!
MOUSE.
Shepherd, take law-legs; fly away, shepherd.
MUCEDORUS.
Whose words are these? Come these from Amadine?
MESSENGER.
Ay, from Amadine.
MOUSE.
Ay, from Amadine.
MUCEDORUS.
Ah! luckless fortune, worse than Phaeton’s tale,
My former bliss is now become my bale.
MOUSE.
What, wilt thou poison thyself?
MUCEDORUS.
My former heaven is now become my hell.
MOUSE.
The worst alehouse that I ever came in, in all my life.