Well, shepherd, sith thou sufferest this for my sake, With thee in exile also let me live--On this condition, shepherd, thou canst love.
MUCEDORUS.
No longer love, no longer let me live!
AMADINE.
Of late I loved one indeed, now love I none but only thee.
MUCEDORUS.
Thanks, worthy princess; I borne likewise, Yet smother up the blast, I dare not promise what I may perform.
AMADINE.
Well, shepherd, hark what I shall say:
I will return unto my Father's court, There for to provide me of such necessaries, As for our journey I shall think most fit;This being done, i will return to thee.
Do thou, therefore, appoint the place where we may meet.
MUCEDORUS.
Down in the valley where I slew the bear:
And there doth grow a fair broad branched beech, That overshades a well; so who comes first Let them abide the happy meeting of us both.
How like you this?
AMADINE.
I like it very well.
MUCEDORUS.
Now, if you please, you may appoint the time.
AMADINE.
Full three hours hence, God willing, I will return.
MUCEDORUS.
The thanks that Paris gave the Grecian queen The like doth Mucedorus yield.
AMADINE.
Then, Mucedorus, for three hours farewell.
[Exit.]
MUCEDORUS.
Your departure, lady, breeds a privy pain.
[Exit.]