MUCEDORUS.
What needs these words? We weigh them not.
SEGASTO.
We weigh them not! proud shepherd, I scorn thy company.
MOUSE.
We’ll not have a corner of thy company.
MUCEDORUS.
I scorn not thee, nor yet the least of thine.
MOUSE.
That’s a lie, a would have killed me with his pugsnando.
SEGASTO.
This stoutness, Amadine, contents me not.
AMADINE.
Then seek another, that may you better please.
MUCEDORUS.
Well, Amadine, it only rests in thee
Without delay to make thy choice of three:
There stands Segasto, here a shepherd stands,
There stands the third: now make thy choice.
MOUSE.
A lord at the least I am.
AMADINE.
My choice is made, for I will none but thee.