MOUSE.
O, ’tis good, ’tis good. Amadine—
KING OF ARAGON.
Oh, what of her? Tell me, and I will make thee a knight.
MOUSE.
How a sprite? No, by’r Lady, I will not be a sprite, masters. Get ye away, if I be a sprite, I shall be so lean, I shall make you all afraid.
COLLEN.
Thou sot, the King means to make thee a gentleman.
MOUSE.
Why, I shall want ’parel.
KING OF ARAGON.
Thou shalt want for nothing.
MOUSE.
Then stand away, trick up thyself, here they come.
Enter Segasto, Mucedorus, and Amadine.
AMADINE.
My gratious father, pardon thy disloyal daughter.
KING OF ARAGON.
What, do mine eyes behold my daughter Amadine?
Rise up, dear daughter, and let these my embracing arms
Show thee some token of thy father’s joy,
Which e’er since thy departure, hath languished in sorrow.