SEGASTO.
Then happy I, that have obtain’d my will.
MOUSE.
And happier I, if you would go to dinner.
SEGASTO.
Come, sirrah, follow me.
MOUSE.
I warrant you, I will not loose an inch of you, now you are going to dinner. [Aside.] I promise you, I thought it seven year, before I could get him away.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. The Forest
Enter Amadine sola.
AMADINE.
God grant my long delay procures no harm,
Nor this my tarrying frustrate my pretence.
My Mucedorus surely stays for me,
And thinks me over-long. At length I come,
My present promise to perform.
Ah, what a thing is firm, unfeigned love!
What is it which true love dares not attempt?
My father, he may make, but I must match;
Segasto loves, but Amadine must like,
Where likes her best: compulsion is a thrall:
No, no, the hearty choice is all in all,
The shepherd’s virtue Amadine esteems.
But what, methinks my shepherd is not come;
I muse at that, the hour is sure at hand.
Well, here I’ll rest, till Mucedorus come.
[She sits down.]
Enter Bremo, looking about; hastily taketh hold of her.