SEGASTO.
Oh fly, madam, fly or else we are but dead!
AMADINE.
Help, sweet Segasto, help, or else I die!
SEGASTO.
Alas, madam! there is no way but flight;
Then haste and save yourself.
[Segasto runs away.]
AMADINE.
Why then I die; ah! help me in distress!
Enter Mucedorus, like a Shepherd, with a sword drawn, and a Bear’s head in his hand.
MUCEDORUS.
Stay, lady, stay; and be no more dismay’d.
That cruel beast, most merciless and fell,
Which hath bereaved thousands of their lives,
Affrighted many with his hard pursuits,
Prying from place to place to find his prey,
Prolonging thus his life by others’ death,
His carcass now lies headless, void of breath.
AMADINE.
That foul, deformed monster, is he dead?
MUCEDORUS.
Assure yourself thereof—behold his head;
Which, if it please you, lady, to accept,
With willing heart I yield it to your majesty.
AMADINE.
Thanks, worthy shepherd, thanks a thousand times;
This gift, assure thyself, contents me more
Than greatest bounty of a mighty prince,
Although he were the monarch of the world.