MUCEDORUS.
Come, let’s be gone.
Enter the Clown, who searches, and falls over the wild Man, and so carries him away.
MOUSE.
Nay, soft, sir, are you here? A bots on you! I was like to be hanged for not finding you; we would borrow a certain stray king’s-daughter of you; a wench, a wench, sir, we would have.
MUCEDORUS.
A wench of me? I’ll make thee eat my sword.
MOUSE.
Oh Lord, nay, an you are so lusty, I’ll call a cooling card for you. Ho, master, master, come away quickly!
Enter Segasto.
SEGASTO.
What’s the matter?
MOUSE.
Look, master, Amadine and the shepherd! O brave!
SEGASTO.
What, minion, have I found you out?
MOUSE.
Nay, that’s a lie, I found her out myself.