SCENE III. The same
Enter Bremo and Amadine.
BREMO.
Amadine, how like you Bremo and his woods?
AMADINE.
As like the woods of Bremo’s cruelty.
Though I were dumb, and could not answer him,
The beasts themselves would with relenting tears
Bewail thy savage and unhumane deeds.
BREMO.
My love, why dost thou murmur to thyself?
Speak louder, for thy Bremo hears thee not.
AMADINE.
My Bremo? No, the shepherd is my love.
BREMO.
Have I not saved thee from sudden death,
Giving thee leave to live, that thou mightst love,
And dost thou whet me on to cruelty?
Come, kiss me, sweet, for all my favours past.
AMADINE.
I may not, Bremo, and therefore pardon me.
BREMO.
See, how she flies away from me! I’ll follow
And give attent to her. Deny my love!
[Aside.] Ah, worm of beauty, I will chastice thee!
Come, come, prepare thy head upon the block.
AMADINE.
Oh, spare me, Bremo, love should limit life,
Not to be made a murderer of himself.
If thou wilt glut thy loving heart with blood,
Encounter with the lion or the bear,
And like a wolf, prey not upon a lamb.