Enter Segasto solus.
SEGASTO.
’Tis well, Segasto, that thou hast thy will:
Should such a shepherd, such a simple swain,
Eclipse thy credit famous through the court?
No, ply, Segasto, ply!
And let it not be said in Aragon,
A shepherd hath Segasto’s honour won.
Enter Mouse, the Clown, calling his master.
MOUSE.
What ho! master, will you come away?
SEGASTO.
Will you come hither, I pray you, what is the matter?
MOUSE.
Why, is it not past eleven o’clock?
SEGASTO.
How then, sir?
MOUSE.
I pray you, come away to dinner.
SEGASTO.
I pray you, come hither.
MOUSE.
Here’s such a-do with you, will you never come?