MUCEDORUS.
Down in the valley, where I slew the bear,
And there doth grow a fair broad-branched beech,
That overshades a well: so who comes first,
Let them abide the happy meeting of us both.
How like you this?
AMADINE.
I like it very well.
MUCEDORUS.
Now, if you please, you may appoint the time.
AMADINE.
Full three hours hence, God willing, I’ll return.
MUCEDORUS.
The thanks that Paris gave the Grecian queen,
The like doth Mucedorus yield.
AMADINE.
Then, Mucedorus, for three hours farewell.
[Exit.]
MUCEDORUS.
Your ’parture, lady, breeds a privy pain.
[Exit.]