CLOWN. O master, hear you; you have made a fresh hand now; you would be slow, you. Why, what will you do now? You have lost me a good occupation by this means. Faith, master, now I cannot hang the shepherd. I pray you, let me take the pains to hang you: it is but half an hour's exercise.
SEGASTO. You are still in your knavery; but, sith I cannot have his life,
I will procure his banishment for ever.
Come on, sirrah.
CLOWN. Yes, forsooth, I come.
Laugh at him, I pray you.
[_Exeunt.
Enter_ MUCEDORUS solus.
MUCEDORUS. From Amadine, and from her father's court,
With gold and silver, and with rich rewards
Flowing from the banks of golden treasuries.
More may I boast, and say, but I,
Was never shepherd in such dignity.
Enter the MESSENGER and the CLOWN.
MESSENGER. All hail, worthy shepherd!
CLOWN. All rain, lousy shepherd!
MUCEDORUS. Welcome, my friends, from whence come you?