SEGASTO.
A worthy mate, no doubt, for such a wife.
MUCEDORUS.
And, Amadine, why wilt thou none but me?
I cannot keep thee as thy father did;
I have no lands for to maintain thy state,
Moreover if thou mean to be my wife,
Commonly this must be thy use:
To bed at midnight, up at four,
Drudge all the day, and trudge from place to place,
Whereby our daily victuals for to win:
And last of all, which is the worst of all,
No princess then, but plain a shepherd’s wife.
MOUSE.
[Aside.] Then God gi’ you good morrow, goody shepherd!
AMADINE.
It shall not need; if Amadine do live,
Thou shalt be crowned king of Aragon.
MOUSE.
O master, laugh; when he’s king, then I’ll be a queen.
MUCEDORUS.
Then know that which never tofore was known,
I am no shepherd, no Aragonian I,
But born of royal blood:
My father’s of Valencia king, my mother queen;
Who for thy sacred sake took this hard task in hand.
AMADINE.
Ah, how I joy my fortune is so good!
SEGASTO.
Well, now I see Segasto shall not speed.
But, Mucedorus, I as much do joy
To see thee here within our court of Aragon,
As if a kingdom had befallen me this time.
I with my heart surrender it to thee.
[He giveth her to him.]
And loose what right to Amadine I have.