AMADINE. One may; so may not you. [Aside.
BREMO. The satyrs and the wood-nymphs shall attend
On thee, and lull thee asleep with music's sound,
And in the morning, when thou dost awake,
The lark shall sing good morrow to my queen,
And whilst he sings, I'll kiss my Amadine.
AMADINE. You may; for who but you? [Aside.
BREMO. When thou art up, the wood-lanes shall be strawed
With violets, cowslips, and sweet marigolds,
For thee to trample and to trace upon;
And I will teach thee how to kill the deer,
To chase the hart, and how to rouse the roe,
If thou wilt live to love and honour me.
AMADINE. You may; for who but you?
Enter MUCEDORUS.
BREMO. Welcome, sir, an hour ago I look'd for such a guest.
Be merry, wench, we'll have a frolic feast,
Here's flesh enough for to suffice us both,
Say, sirrah, wilt thou fight, or dost thou yield to die?
MUCEDORUS. I want a weapon; how can I fight?
BREMO. Thou want'st a weapon? why, then thou yield'st to die.
MUCEDORUS. I say not so; I do not yield to die.