AMADINE.
Dear father,
Ne’er were your sorrows greater than my griefs,
Ne’er you so desolate, as I comfortless:
Yet, ne’ertheless, acknowledging myself
To be the cause of both, on bended knees,
I humbly crave your pardon.
[Kneeling.]
KING OF ARAGON.
I’ll pardon thee, dear daughter;
But as for him—
AMADINE.
Ah, father! what of him?
KING OF ARAGON.
As sure as I am a king, and wear the crown,
I will revenge on that accursed wretch.
MUCEDORUS.
Yet, worthy prince, work not thy will in wrath,
Show favour—
KING OF ARAGON.
Ay, such favour thou deserv’st.
MUCEDORUS.
I do deserve the daughter of a king.
KING OF ARAGON.
Oh, impudent! A shepherd and so insolent!
MUCEDORUS.
No shepherd am I, but a worthy prince.