MOUSE.
My name is called Master Mouse.
MUCEDORUS.
O Master Mouse, I pray you what office might you bear in the court?
MOUSE.
Marry, sir, I am a rusher of the stable.
MUCEDORUS.
Oh, usher of the table.
MOUSE.
Nay, I say rusher, and I’ll prove my office good; for look, sir, when any comes from under the sea or so, and a dog chance to blow his nose backward, then with a whip I give him the good time of the day, and strow rushes presently. Therefore, I am a rusher, a high office, I promise ye.
MUCEDORUS.
But where shall I find you in the court?
MOUSE.
Why, where it is best being, either in the kitchen eating, or in the buttery drinking. But if you come, I will provide for thee a piece of beef and brewis knuckle-deep in fat; pray you, take pains, remember Master Mouse.
[Exit.]
MUCEDORUS.
Ay, sir, I warrant I will not forget you.
Ah, Amadine! What should become of thee?
Whither shouldst thou go so long unknown?
With watch and ward each passage is beset,
So that she cannot long escape unknown.
Doubtless she’s lost herself within these woods,
And wand’ring to and fro she seeks the well,
Which yet she cannot find; therefore I’ll seek her out.
[Exit.]