BREMO.
And when thou strikest, be sure thou hit the head.
MUCEDORUS.
The head?
BREMO.
The very head.
MUCEDORUS.
Then have at thine.
[He strikes him down dead.]
So! lie there and die;
A death, no doubt, according to desert,
Or else a worse, as thou deservest a worse.
AMADINE.
It glads my heart, this tyrant’s death to see.
MUCEDORUS.
Now, lady, it remains in you
To end the tale you lately had begun,
Being interrupted by this wicked wight—
You said you loved a shepherd?
AMADINE.
Ay, so I do, and none but only him;
And will do still, as long as life shall last.
MUCEDORUS.
But tell me, lady, sith I set you free,
What course of life do you intend to take?