MESSENGER. The King and Amadine greet thee well,
And after greetings done, bids thee depart the court
Shepherd, begone.
CLOWN. Shepherd, take law legs; fly away, shepherd.
MUCEDORUS. Whose words are these? Come these from Amadine?
MESSENGER. Ay, from Amadine.
CLOWN. Ay, from Amadine.
MUCEDORUS. Ah! luckless fortune, worse than Phaeton's tale,
My former bliss is now become my bale.
CLOWN. What, wilt thou poison thyself?
MUCEDORUS. My former heaven is now become my hell.
CLOWN. The worst alehouse
That I ever came in in all my life.
MUCEDORUS. What shall I do?