Right was unknown, for wrong was all in all.
As men thus lived in this great outrage, Behold one Orpheus came, as poets tell, And them from rudeness unto reason brought, Who led by reason soon forsook the woods.
Instead of caves they built them castles strong;Cities and towns were founded by them then:
Glad were they, they found such ease, And in the end they grew to perfect amity;Weighing their former wickedness, They termed the time wherein they lived then A golden age, a goodly golden age.
Now, Bremo, for so I hear thee called, if men which lived tofore as thou dost now, Wily in wood, addicted all to spoil, Returned were by worthy Orpheus' means, Let me like Orpheus cause thee to return From murder, bloodshed and like cruelty.
What, should we fight before we have a cause?
No, let's live and love together faithfully.
I'll fight for thee.
BREMO.
Fight for me or die: or fight or else thou diest.
AMADINE.
Hold, Bremo, hold!
BREMO.
Away, I say, thou troublest me.
AMADINE.
You promised me to make me your queen.
BREMO.
I did, I mean no less.
AMADINE.
You promised that I should have my will.
BREMO.
I did, I mean no less.
AMADINE.
Then save this hermit's life, for he may save us both.
BREMO.