Mucedorus, Quarto 3

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Updated encoding of figure Numbered lines Updated encodingDesc. Licensed for the Classroom anthology. Changed status to proofing. Finished transcription and remediation of this file. Encoded braces using CSS Flex. Began transcribing from a facsimile version digitized by HathiTrust. A Most pleasant Comedie of Muce- dorus the Kings sonne of Valen- tia, and Amadine the Kinges Daughter of Aragon. With the merry conceits of Mouse. Amplified with new additions, as it was acted before the Kings Maiestie at White-hall on Shroue- sunday night. By his Highnes Seruantes vsually playing at the Globe. Very delectable, and full of conceited Mrth.

Imprinted at London for William Iones, dwelling neare Holborne Conduit at the signe of the Gunne. 1610.

The Prologue. MOst sacred Maiestie, whose great desertes, Thy Subiect England; nay, the World admires: Which, Heauen graunt still increase; O may your Prayse Multiplying with your houres, your Fame still rayse: Embrace your Counsell: Loue, with Fayth, them guide: That both as one bench, by each others side, So may your life passe on, and runne so euen, That your firme zeale, plant you a Throne in Heauen: Where smiling Angels shall your guardians bee From blemisht Traytors, stayn’d with Periurie: And as the night’s inferiour to the day, So be all earthly Regions, to your sway. Be as the Sunne to Day, the Day to Night; For, from your Beames, Europe shall borrow light. Mirthe drown your boosome, faire Delight your minde, And may our Pastime, your Contentment finde. Exit. A ii.

Ten persons may esily play it. The King, and Rombelo, } for one. King Valencia, } for one. Mucedorus the Prince of Valencia, } for one. Anselmo, } for one. Amadine the Kings daughter of Aragon, } for one. Segasto a Noble man, } for one. Enuie, Tremelio a Captaine, Bremo a wild man. } for one. Comedie, a Boy, an old woman, Ariena, Amadines mayde, } for one. Collin a Counseller, a Messenger, } for one. Mouse the Clowne, } for one.

A most pleasant Comedie of Mucedorus the Kinges Sonne of Valencia, and Amadine the Kings Daughter of Aragon. Enter Comedie ioyfully, with a Garland of Bayes on her head. WHy so; thus doe I hope to please; Musicke reuiues, and Mirth is tollerable; Comedie play thy part, and please: Make merry them that comes to ioy with thee Ioy thē good gentles, I hope to make you laugh Sound foorth Bellonas siluer tuned stringes, Time fittes v well, the day and place is ours. Enter Enuie his armes naked besmeared with blood. En. Nay stay Minion, there lies a blocke: What, all on mirth, Ile interrupt your tale, And mixe your Musicke with a tragicke end. Com. What monstrous vgly Hagge is this, That dares controule the pleasures of our will? Vaunt churlish curre, besmeard with gorie blood, That seemst to check the blossom of delight, And stiffe the sound of sweete Bellonas bearthbreath. Blush monster, blush, and poste away with shame, That seekest disturbance of a Goddesse deeds. En. Post hence thy selfe, thou counterchecking trull, I will possesse this habite spight of thee, And gaine the glory of thy wished port: I’le thunder Musicke shall apale the Nymphes, And make them shiuer their clattering strings, Flying for succour to their Danish caues. Sound Drummes within, and cry stab, stab. Hearken, thou shalt heare a noyse, Shall fill the ayre with a shrilling sound, A3. And The Comedie And thunder Musicke to Gods aboue: Mars shall himsefehimselfe breath downe A peereless Crowne vpon braue Enuies head, And raise his chiuall with a lasting fame: In this braue Musicke Enuie takes delight, Where I may see them wallow in their blood, To spurne at Armes and Legges quite shiuered off, And heare the cryes of many thousand slaine: How lik’st thou this my trull? thi’s sport alone for me. Co. Vaunt bloody curre, nurst vp with Tygers sap, That so dost quaile a Womans minde; Comedie is milde, gentle, willing for to please, And seekes to gaine the loue of all estates: Delighting in Mirth, mixt all with louely tales, And bringeth thinges with treble ioy to passe: Thou bloody, enuious, disdayner of mens ioyes, Whose name is fraught with bloody stratagems, Delights in nothing but in spoyle and death, Where thou mayst trample in their luke-warme blood, And graspe their hearts within thy cursed pawes: Yet vaile thy minde, reuenge thou not on mee, A silly Woman begges it at thy hands: Giue me the leave to vtter out my Play; Forbeare this place, I humbly craue thee hence, And mixe not Death mongst pleasing Comedies, That treates nought else but pleasure and delight: If any sparke of humaine rests in thee, Forbeare, be gone, tender the suite of mee. En. Why so I will, forbeare shall be such, As treble death shall crosse thee with despight, And make thee mourne where most thou ioyest, Turning thy mirth into a deadly dole: Whirling thy pleasures with a peale of death, And drench thy methods in a sea of Blood: This will I doe? thus shall I beare with thee: And more, to vexe thee with a deeper spight, I will with threats of blood begin thy Play, Fauouring thee with Enuie and with Hate. Com. of Mucedorus. Com. Then vgly Monster, doe thy worst, I will defend them in despight of thee: And though thou thinkst with tragicke fumes To praue my Play vnto my deepe disgrace, I force it not, I scorne what thou canst doe: Ile grace it so, thy selfe shall it confesse, From Tragicke stuffe, to be a pleasant Comedie. En. Why then Comedie, send thy Actors foorth, And I will crosse the first steppes of their trade, Making them feare the very dart of Death. Com. And Ile defend them maugre all thy spight: So vgly Fiend farewell, till time shall serue, That we may meete to parle for the best. En. Content Comedie, Ile goe spread my branch, And scattered blossomes from mine enuious Tree, Shall prooue two Monsters, spoyling of their ioyes. Exit. Sound. Enter Mucedorus and Anselmo his friend. Muced. Anselmo. Ansel. My Lord and friend. Muc. True my Anselmo, both thy Lord and friend Whose deare affections boosome with my heart, And keepe their domination in one orbe. Ans. Whence neare disloyaltie shall roote it foorth, But fayth plant firmer in your choyse respect. Muc. Much blame were mine, if I should other deeme, Nor can coy Fortune contrary allow: But my Anselmo, loth I am to say, I must estrange that frendship, Misconsture not, tis from the Realme, not thee: Though Landes part Bodies, Heartes keepe companie; Thou knowst that I imparted often haue, Priuate relations with my royall Sire Had, as concerning beauteous Amadine, Rich Aragons bright Iewell; whose face (some say) That blooming Lillies neuer shone so gay, Excelling, not exceld: yet least Report Does mangle Veritie, boasting of what is not, Wing’d with Desire; thither Ile straight repaire, And be my Fortunes as my Thoughts are, faire. Ans. Will you forsake Valencia, leaue the Court, Absent The Comedie Absent you from the eye of Soueraigntie, Do not sweete Prince, aduenture on that taske, Since danger lurkes each where, be wonne from it. Mu. Desist disswasion, My resolution brookes no batterie, Therefore if thou retaine thy wonted forme, Assist what I intend. Ans. Your misse will breed a blemish in the Court, And throw a frostie deaw vpon that Beard, Whose front Valencia stoopes to. Mu. If thou my welfare tender, then no more, Let Loues strong Magicke, charme thy triuiail phrase, Wasted as vainely, as to gripe the Sunne: Augment not then more answers; locke thy lippes, Vnlesse thy wisedome suite me with disguise, According to my purpose. Ans. That action craues no counsell, Since what you rightly are, will more commaund, Then best vsurped shape. Mu. Thou still art opposite in disposition, A more obscure seruile habillament Beseemes this enterprise. Ans. Then like a Florentine or Mountebancke. Mu. Tis much too tedious, I dislike thy iudgement, My minde is grafted on an humbler stocke. Ans. Within my Closet does there hang a Cassocke, Though base the weede is, t’was a Shepheards, Which I presented in Lord Iulios Maske. Mu. That my Anselmo, and none else but that, Maske Mucedorus from the vulgar view, That habite suites my minde; fetch me that weede. Exit Anselmo. Better then Kinges, haue not disdaind that state, And much inferiour, to obtaine their mate. Enter Anselmo with a Shepheards coate. So, let our respect commaund thy secrecie, At once a briefe farewell, Delay to louers, is a second hell. Exit Mucedorus, Anselmo of Mucedorus. Ans. Prosperitie forerunne thee, Aucward chance Neuer be neighbour to thy wishes venture: Content and Fame aduance thee; euer thriue, And Glory thy mortalitie suruiue. Exit. Enter Mouse with a bottle of Hay. Mous. O horrible terrible! Was euer poore Gentleman so scard out of his seauen Senses? A Beare? nay sure it cannot be a Beare; but some Diuell in a Beares Doublet: for a Beare could neuer haue had that agilitie, to haue frighted me: Well, Ile see my Father hang’d, before Ile serue his Horse any more: Well, Ile carry home my Bottle of Hay, and for once, make my Fa- thers Horse turne Puritane and obserue Fasting dayes; for he gets not a bit. But soft, this way she followed me, therefore Ile take the other Path; and because Ile be sure to haue an eye on him, I will take handes with some foolish Creditor, and make euery step backward. As he goes backwards the Beare comes in, and he tumbles ouer her, and runnes away and leaues his bottle of Hay behind him. Enter Segasto running, and Amadine after him, being pursued with a Beare. Seg. O flie Madame, flie; or else we are but dead. Am. Helpe Segasto, helpe, helpe sweete Segasto; or else I die. Segasto runnes away. Seg. Alasse Madame, there is no way but flight, Then haste and saue your selfe. Am. Why then I die: Ah helpe me in distresse. Enter Mucedorus like a Shepheard, with a sword drawne, and a Beares head in his hand. Mu. Stay Lady stay, and be no more dismayde, That cruell Beast, most mercilesse and fell, Which hath bereaued thousands of their liues: Affrighted many with his hard pursues, Prying from place to place to find his Prey, Prolonging thus his life by others death, His Carcasse now lies headlesse voyde of breath. Am. That foule deformed Monster, is he dead? Mu. Assure your selfe thereof, behold his head: B. Which The Comedie Which if it please you Lady, to accept, With willing heart I yeeld it to your Maiestie. Am. Thankes worthy Shepheard thankes a thousand times, This gift assure thy selfe contentes me more Then greatest bountie of a mightie Prince, Although he were the monarch of the world. Mu. Most gratious Goddesse, more then mortall wight, Your heauenly hue of right importes no lesse: Most glad am I, in that it was my chance, To vndertake this enterprise in hand, Which doth so greatly glad your Princely minde. Ama No Goddesse Shepheard, but a mortall wight, A mortall wight distressed as thou seest: My Father heere is King of Arragon, I, Amadine his onely daughter am: And after him, sole heire vnto the Crowne: Now whereas it is my Fathers will To marrie me vnto Segasto, One whose wealth, through Fathers former vsurie, Is knowne to be no lesse then wonderfull: We both of custome often times did vse (Leauing the Court) to walke within the fields For recreation, especially the Spring, In that it yeelds great store of rare delights: And passing further then our wonted walkes: Scarse entred were within these lucklesse Woods, But right before vs downe a steepe-fall hill, A monstrous vgly Beare did hie him fast To meete vs both: I faint to tell the rest. Good shepheard, but suppose the gastly lookes, The hideous feares, the thousand hundred woes, Which at this instant Amadine sustaind. Mu. Yet worthy Princesse let thy sorrow cease, And let this sight your former ioyes reuiue. Am. Beleeue me Shepheard, so it doth no lesse. Mu. Long may they last vnto your heartes content. But tell me Lady, what is become of him Segasto cald? what is become of him? Am. of Mucedorus. Am. I know not I, that know the powers diuine: But God graunt this, that sweete Segasto liue. Mu. Yet hard hearted he in such a case, So cowardly to saue himselfe by flight, And leaue so braue a Princesse to the spoyle. Am. Well Shepheard, for thy worthy valour tried, Endangering thy selfe to set me free, Vnrecompensed sure thou shalt not be: In Court thy courage shall be plainely knowne, Throughout the Kingdome will I spread thy name, To thy renowne and neuer dying fame: And that thy courage may be better knowne, Beare thou the Head of this most monstrous Beast, In open sight, to euery Courtiers view: So will the King my Father thee reward. Come lets away, and guard me to the Court. Mu. With all my heart. Exeunt. Enter Segasto solus. Seg. When heapes of harmes do houer ouer head, Tis time as then (some say) to looke about, And so insuing harmes to chuse the least: But hard, yea haplesse is that wretches chance, Lucklesse his lot, and Caytiue-like accurst, At whose procedings Fortune euer frownes: My selfe I meane, most subiect vnto thrall: For I, the more I seeke to shunne the worst, The more by proofe I find my selfe accurst. Ere-whiles assaulted with an vgly Beare, Faire Amadine in company all alone: Foorthwith by flight I thought to saue my selfe, Leauing my Amadine vnto her shiftes: For death it was for to resist the Beare, And death no lesse, of Amadines harmes to heare. Accursed I, in lingring life thus long, In liuing thus, each minute of an houre Doth pierce my heart with dartes of thousand deaths: If she by flight, her furie doe escape, What will she thinke? B2. Will The Comedie Will she not say, yea flatly to my face, Accusing me of meere disloyaltie, A trustie friend is tride in time of neede? But I, when she in danger was of death, And needed me, and cried, Segasto helpe: I turnd my backe and quickly ranne away, Vnworthie I to beare this vitall breath: But what; what needs these plaints? If Amadine do liue, then happie I, She will in time forgiue and so forget: Amadine is mercifull, not Iuno like, In harmefull heart to harbor hatred long. Enter Mouse the Clowne runing crying Clubs. Mou. Clubs, Prongs Pitchforkes, Billes: Oh helpe, A Beare, a Beare, a Beare. Seg. Still Beares, and nothing els but beares: Tell me sirra where she is? Clo. O sir she is runne downe the woods, I saw her white head and her white belly. Seg. Thou talkest of wonders, to tell me of white Beares, But sirra didst thou euer see any such? Clo. No faith, I neuer saw any such, But I remember my Fathers words, He bad me take heed I was not caught with a white Beare. Seg. A lamentable tale no doubt. Clo. I tell you what sir, as I was going afielde to serue my fathers great Horse, and carried a bottle of hay vpon my head: now do you see sir, I fast hudwinckt, that I could see nothing, I perceiuing the Beare comming, I threw my hay into the hedge, and ran away. Seg. What, from nothing? Clo. I warrant you yes, I saw something: for there was two load of Thornes, besides my bottle of hay, and that made three. Seg. But tell me sirra: the Beare that thou didst see, Did she not beare a bucket on her arme? Col. Ha, ha, ha,: I neuer saw Beare go a milking in all my life. But harke you sir: I did not looke so high as her arme, I saw nothing but her white head, and her white belly. Seg. of Mucedorus. Seg. But tell me sirra: Where dost thou dwell? Col. Why, do you not know me? Seg. Why no, how should I know thee? Col. Why then you know nobody and you know not me: I tell you sir, I am the good-man Rats Sonne of the next Parish ouer the hill. Seg. Good-man Rats sonne: Why what’s thy name? Clo. Why I am very neere kin vnto him. Seg. I thinke so, but what’s thy name. Clo. My name: I haue a very prettie name: Ile tell you what my name is: my name is Mouse. Seg. What plaine Mouse. Clo. I plaine Mouse without either welt or gard: But do you heare sir, I am but a very young Mouse, for my taile is scarse growne out yet? looke you here else. Seg. But I pray thee who gaue thee that name? Clo. Faith sir I know not that, but if you would faine know, aske my fathers great Horse, for he hath been halfe a yeare lon- ger with my Father then I haue. Seg. This seemes to be a merrie fellow, I care not if I take him home with me: Mirth is a comfort to a troubled minde, A merrie Man, a merrie Maister makes. How sayst thou sirra, wilt thou dwell with me? Clo. Nay soft sir, two wordes to a bargaine: pray you, what occupation are you? Seg. No occupation, I liue vpon my Landes. Clo. Your Lands? away, you are no Maister for me: Why do you thinke that I am so mad, to go seeke my liuing in the Lands amongst the Stones, Bryers, and Bushes, and teare my Holy- day apparell: not I by your leaue. Seg. Why, I do not meane thou shalt. Clo. How then? Seg. Why thou shalt be my man, and waite vpon me at the (Court. Clo. What’s that? Seg. Where the King lies. Clo. What’s that same King, a man or a woman? Seg. A man as thou art. Clo. As I am: harke you sir, pray you what kin is he to good- man King of our parish, the Churchwarden? B3. Seg. The Comedie Seg. No kin to him, he is the King of the whole Land. Clo. King of the land, I neuer see him. Seg. If thou wilt dwel with me, thou shalt see him euery day. Clo. Shall I go home againe to be torne in peeces with Bears? No not I: I will goe home and put on a cleane Shirt, and then goe drowne my selfe. Seg. Thou shalt not need, if thou wilt dwell with mee, thou shalt want nothing. Clo. Shall I not? then heer’s my hand, Ile dwell with you: And harke you sir, now you haue entertained me, I will tell you what I can do: I can keepe my Tongue from picking and stea- ling, and my Hands from lying and slaundering, I warrant you, as well as euer you had Man in all your life. Seg. Now will I to Court with sorrowfull heart rounded with doubts; if Amadine do liue, then happy I: yea happie I, if Amadine do liue. Enter the King with a young Prince Prisoner, Amadine, Tremelio, with Collin and Counsellers. King. Now braue Lords, our Warres are brought to end, Our foes the foyle, and we in safety rest: It vs behooues to vse such clemency in peace, As valour in the warres: It is as greate honour to be bountifull at home, As to be Conquerors in the field: Therefore my Lords, the more to my content, Your liking, and your Countries safegard, We are dispos’d in marriage for to giue Our Daughter to Lord Segasto heere, Who shall succeede the Diademe after mee, And raigne hereafter as I tofore haue done, Your sole and lawfull King of Arragon, What say you Lordings, like you of my aduice? Col. An’t please your Maiesty, we do not only allow of your Highnes pleasure, but also vow faithfully in what we may to further it. King. Thankes good my Lords, if long Adrostus liue, He will at full requite your curtesies. Tremelio, in recompence of thy late valour done, Take of Mucedorus. Take vnto thee the Catalone, a Prince Lately our Prisoner taken in the Warres: Be thou his Keeper, his ransome shall be thine, Wee’le thinke of it when leasure shall affoord: Meane while do vse him well, his father is a King. Tre. Thankes to your Maiesty, his vsage shall be such As he thereat shall thinke no cause to grutch. Exeunt. King. Then march we on to Court, & rest our wearied limbs. But Collin, I haue a tale in secret kept for thee, When thou shalt heare a watch-word from thy King, Thinke then, some waighty matter is at hand, That highly shall concerne our State: Then Collin, looke thou be not farre from me: And for the seruice thou tofore hast done, Thy truth, and valour proou’d in euery point, I shall with bounties thee inlarge therefore: So guard vs to the Court. Col. What so my Soueraigne doth commaund me doe, With willing minde I gladly yeeld consent. Exeunt. Enter Segasto and the Clowne with Weapons about him. Seg. Tell me sirra, How do you like your Weapons? Clo. O very well, very well, they keepe my sides warme. Seg. They keep the dogs frō your shins very wel, do they not Clo. How? keep the dogs from my shins, I would scorne but my shins could keepe the dogs from them. Seg. Well sirra, leauing idle talke, tell mee, Doest thou know Captaine Tremelios Chamber? Clo. I very well, it hath a doore. Seg. I thinke so, for so hath euery Chamber: But doest thou know the man? Clo. I forsooth, he hath a nose on his face. Seg. Why so hath euery one. Clo. That’s more then I know. Seg. But dost thou remember the Captaine that was here with the King euen now, that brought the young Prince Prisoner? Clo. O very well. Seg. Goe vnto him, and bid him come vnto mee: Tell him I haue a matter in secret to impart to him. Clo. I will Maister. Maister whats his name? Seg. The Comedie Seg. Why, Captaine Tremelio. Clo. O the Mealeman; I know him very well, He bringes Meale euery Saterday: But harke you Maister; Must I bid him come to you, or must you come to him? Seg. No sirra, he must come to me. Clo. Harke you Maister; how if he be not at home, What shall I doe then? Seg. Why then leaue word with some of his folkes. Clo. O Maister, if there be no body within, I will leaue word with his Dogge. Seg. Why, can his Dogge speake? Clo. I cannot tell; wherfore doth he keepe his Chamber else? Seg. To keepe out such knaues as thou art. Clo. Nay by Lady; then goe your selfe. Seg. You will goe sir, will you not? Clo. Yes marie will I: O tis come to my head: And a bee not within, Ile bring his Chamber to you. Seg. What, wilt thou plucke downe the Kinges House? Clo. Nay by Lady, Ile know the price of it first. Maister, it is such a hard name, I haue forgotten it againe: I pray you tell me his name? Seg. I tell thee, Captaine Tremelio. Clo. Oh Captaine treble knaue, Captaine treble knaue. Enter Tremelio. Tre. How now sirra, dost thou call me? Clo. You must come to my Maister, Captaine Treble knaue. Tre. My Lord Segasto, did you send for me? Seg. I did Tremelio: Sirra, about your businesse. Clo. I mary, Whats that, can you tell? Seg. No not well. Clo. Marie then I can; straight to the Kitchin-dresser to Iohn the Cooke, and get mee a good peece of Beefe and Brewis, and then to the Butterie hatch to Thomas the Butler, for a Iacke of Beere; and there, for an houre Ile so belabour my selfe: and therefore I pray you call me not till you thinke I haue done, I pray you good Maister. Exit. Seg. Well sir, away. Tremelio, this it is; thou knowest the valour of Segasto, Spread of Mucedorus. Spread through all the Kingdome of Aragon, And such as haue found triumph and fauours: Neuer daunted at any time: But now a Shepheard, Admired at in Court for Worthinesse, And Segastos honour layd aside: My will therefore is this, that thou doest finde some meanes to worke the Shepheards death: I know thy strength sufficient to performe my desire, and thy loue no otherwise then to reuenge my iniuries. Tre. It is not the frownes of a Shepheard that Tremelio feares: Therefore account it accomplish’d what I take in hand. Seg. Thankes good Tremelio, and assure thy selfe, What I promise that I will performe. Tre. Thankes good my Lord: And in good time, See where he commeth, stand by a while, And you shall see me put in practise your intended drift: Haue at thee Swaine if that I hit thee right. Enter Mucedorus. Mu. Vilde coward, so without cause to strike a man, Turne coward turne, now strike and do thy worst. Mucedorus killeth him, Seg. Hold Shepheard hold, spare him kill him not, Accursed villaine, tell me, What hast thou done? Ah Tremelio trustie Tremelio, I sorrow for thy death, And since that thou liuing didst prooue faithfull to Segasto, so Segasto now liuing will honour the dead Corpes of Tremelio with reuenge. Bloud thirstie villaine, borne and bred in mercilesse murther, Tell me, how durst thou be so bold, As once to lay thy handes vpon the least of mine? Assure thy selfe thou shalt be vsde according to the law. Mu. Segasto cease, these threates are needlesse, Accuse me not of murther, that haue done nothing But in mine owne defence. Seg. Nay Shepheard reason not with me, Ile manifest thy fact vnto the King: Whose doome will be thy death as thou deseru’st, What hoe! Mouse, come away. C. Clo. The Comedie Enter Mouse. Clo. Why how now, what’s the matter? I thought you would be calling before I had done. Seg. Come helpe away with my friend. Clo. Why is he drunke? cannot he stand on his feete? Seg. No, he is not drunke, he is slaine. Clo. Flaine? no by Lady he is not flaine. Seg. Hee’s kild I tell thee. Clo. What do yo vse to kill your friends? I wil serue you no (longer. Seg. I tell thee; the Shepheard kild him. Clo. O did a so: but Maister, I will haue all his apparell if I carry him away SEg. Why so thou shalt. Clo. Come then I will helpe: mas Maister I thinke his Mo- ther sung Looby to him, he is so heauie. Exeunt. Mu. Behold the fickle state of man, alwayes mutable, neuer at one. Sometimes we feede on fancies with the sweete of our desires: Sometimes againe, we feele the heate of extreame miseries. Now am I in fauour about the Court and Countrey: To morrow those fauours will turne to frownes, To day I liue reuenged on my foe, To morrow I die, my foe reuenged on me. Exit. Enter Bremo a wilde man. Bre. No passenger this morning? what not one? A chance that seldome doth befall. What not one? then ly thou there, And rest thy selfe till I haue further need: Now Bremo, sith thy leasure so affoords, An endlesse thing, who knowes not Bremoes strength: Who like a King commander within these woods, The Beare, the Boare, dares not abide my sight, But haste away to saue themselues by flight: The christall waters in the bubling Brookes, When I come by, doth swiftly slide away. And claps themselues in closets vnder bankes, Afraide to looke bold Bremo in the face: The aged Oakes at Bremoes breath doth bowe, And all thinges else are still at my commaund. Else of Mucedorus. Else what would I? Rend them in peeces, and plucke them from the earth, And each way else I would reuenge my selfe. Why who comes heere, with whom I dare not fight; Who fights with me and doth not dy the death? not one, What fauour shewes this sturdie sticke to those That here within these Woodes are combatants with mee? Why Death, and nothing else but present death, With restlesse Rage, I wander through these Woods: No creature heere, but feareth Bremoes force, Man, Woman, Child, Beast and Bird, And euery thing that doth approch my sight, Are forct to fall, if Bremo once doe frowne. Come Cudgell come, my partner in my spoyles, For here I see this day it will not be: But when it fals that I encounter any, One patte suffizeth for to work my will. What, comes not one? then lets be gone, A time will serue, when we shall better speed. Exit. Enter the King, Segasto, the Shepheard, and the Clowne, with others. King. Shepheard, thou hast heard thine accusers, Murther is layd to thy charge: What canst thou say? thou hast deserued death. Mu. Dread Soueraigne, I must needes confesse, I slue this Captaine in mine owne defence, Not of any malice, but by chaunce: But mine accuser hath a further meaning. Seg. Wordes will not heere prevaile, I seeke for Iustice; and Iustice craues his death. Kin. Shepheard, thine owne confessiō hath condemned thee. Sirra, take him away, and do him to execution straight. Clo. So he shall, I warrant him: But do you heare maister King; he is kinne to a Monkie, His Necke is bigger then his Head. Seg. Come sirra, away with him, And hang him about the middle. Clo. Yes forsooth I warrant you: Come on sirra: A, so like a Sheepe-biter a lookes. C2. Enter The Comedie Enter Amadine, and a Boy, with a Beares head. Am. Dread Soueraigne and wellbeloued Sire; On bended knee I craue the life of this condemned Shepheard, which heretofore preserued the life of thy sometime distressed Daughter King. Preseru’d the life of my sometime distressed daughter, How can that be? I neuer knew the time Wherein thou wast distrest: I neuer knew the day, But that I haue maintained thy estate, As best beseem’d the daughter of a King: I neuer saw the Shepheard vntill now; How comes it then, that he preseru’d thy life? Am. Once walking with Segasto in the Woods, Further then our accustomed manner was, Right before vs downe a steepe-fall hill, A monstronsmonstrous vgly Beare did hie him fast To meet vs both: now whether this be true, I referre it to the credite of Segasto. Seg. Most true, an’t like your Maiestie. King. How then? Am. The Beare being eager to obtaine his prey, Made forward to vs with an open mouth, As if he meant to swallow vs both at once: The sight whereof did make vs both to dread: But specially your daughter Amadine, Who for I saw no succour incident, But in Segastos valour, I grew desperate: And he most coward-like began to flie, Left me distrest to be deuour’d of him: How say you Segasto, is it not true? King. His silence verifies it to be true: What then? Am. Then I amazde, distressed all alone, Did hie me fast to scape that vgly Beare: But all in vaine, for why he reached after me, And hardly I did oft escape his pawes: Till at the length this Shepheard came, And brought to me his head. Come hither Boy, Loe heere it is, which I present vnto your (Maiesty. King. The slaughter of this Beare deserues greate fame. Seg. of Mucedorus. Seg. The slaughter of a man, desernesdeserues great blame: King. Indeed occasion often times so fals out. Seg. Tremelio in the Warres (O King) preserued thee. Am. The Shepheard in the Woods (O King) preserued mee. Seg. Tremelio fought when many men did yeeld. Am. So would the Shepheard, had he beene in field. Clo. So would my Maister had he not runne away. Seg. ThemeliosTremelios force saued thousands from the foe. Am. The Shepheards force hath saued thousands moe. Clo. Aye shipsticks, nothing else. King. Segasto, cease to accuse the Shepheard, His worthinesse deserues a recompence: All we are bound to doe the Shepheard good: Shepheard, whereas it was my sentence thou shouldst die, So shall my sentence stand, for thou shalt die. Seg. Thanks to your Maiestie. King. But soft Segasto, not for this offence: Long mayst thou liue, and when the Sisters shall decree, To cut in twaine the twisted thread of life, Then let him die: for this, I set him free, And for thy valour I will honour thee. Mu. Thanks to your Maiestie. King. Come daughter, let vs now depart to honor the worthy valour of the Shepheard with our rewards. Exeunt. Clo. O Maister heare you; you haue made a fresh hand now, You would beslowbeshrew you: what will you do now? You haue lost me a good occupation by the meanes: Faith Maister, now I cannot hang the Shepheard, I pray you let me take the paines to hang you: It is but halfe an howers exercise. Seg. You are still in your knauery: But sith I cannot haue his life, I will procure his banishment for euer: Come on sirra. Clo. Yes forsooth, I come: laugh at him I pray you. Exeunt. Enter Mucedorus solus. Mu. From Amadine and from her Fathers Court, With Gold and Siluer, and with rich rewards, Flowing from the bankes of Golden treasures: C3. More The Comedie More may I boast and say; but I Was neuer Shepheard in such dignitie. Enter the Messenger and the Clowne. Mes. All haile, worthy Shepheard. Clo. All raine, lowsie Shepheard. Mu. Welcome my friendes: from whence come you? Mes. The King and Amadine greete thee well, And after greeting done, bids thee depart the Court: Shepheard be gone. Clo. Shepheard take law-legs; flie away Shepheard. Mu. Whose wordes are these; came these from Amadine? Mes. Aie from Amadine. Clo. Aie from Amladine. Mu. Ah lucklesse fortune, worse then Phaetons tale, My former blisse, is now become my bale. Clo. What, wilt thou poyson thy selfe? Mu. My former Heauen, is now become my Hell. Clo. The worst Ale-house that euer I came in, in all my life. Mu. What shall I doe? Clo. Even goe hange thy selfe halfe an houre. Mu. Can Amadine so churlishly commaund To banish the Shepheard from her fathers Court? Mes. What should Shepheards doe in the Court? Clo. What should Shepheards doe amongst vs? Haue we not Lords enough on vs in the Court? Mu. Why Shepheards are men, and Kings are no more. Mes. Shepheards are men, and maisters ouer their flocke. Clo. That’s a lie; who payes them their wages then? Mes. Well, you are alwayes interrupting of me: But you were best to looke to him, least you hang for him, When he is gone. Exit. The Clowne singes. Clo. And you shall hang for companie, For leauing me alone: Shepheard stand foorth, and heare my sentence. Shepheard be gone within three dayes, in paine of my displea- sure: Shepheard be gone, Shepheard begon, begon, begon, be- gon Shepheard, Shepheard Shepheard. Exit. Mu. And must I goe? and must I needes depart? Ye of Mucedorus. Ye goodly groues partakers of my songs, In time tofore when Fortune did not frowne, Powre foorth your plaints, and waile a while with me: And thou bright Sunne my comfort in the cold, Hide, hide thy face, and leaue me comfortlesse. Yee holsome hearbes and sweete smelling sauours, Yea each thing else prolonging life of man. Change, change your wonted course, That I wanting your ayde, in wofull sort may die. Enter Amadine, and Ariena her maide. Am. Ariena, if any body aske for mee, Make some excuse, till I returne, Ari. What and Segasto call? Exit. Am. Do thou the like to him, I meane not to stay long. Mu. This voyce so sweete my pining spirits reuiues. Am. Shepheard well met, tell me how thou doest. Mu, I linger life, yet wish for speedy death. Am. Shepheard although thy banishment already Be decreed and all against my will, yet Amadine. Mu. Ah Amadine, to heare of banishment, is death; I, double death to me: but since I must depart, one thing I craue. Am. Say on with all my heart. Mu. That in absence, either farre or neere, You honour me as Seruant with your name. Am. Not so. Mu. And why? Am. I honour thee as Soueraigne of my heart. Mu. A Shepheard and a Soueraigne, nothing like. Am. Yet like enough, where there is no dislike. Mu. Yet great dislike, or else no banishment. Am. Shepheard, it is only Segasto that procures thy banish- (ment Mu. Vnworthy wights are more in iealosie. Am. Would God they Would free thee from banishment, or likewise banish me. Mu. Amen say I, to haue your company. Am. Well Shepheard sith thou sufferest this for my sake, With thee in exile also let me liue. On this condition Shepheard, thou canst loue. Mu. No longer loue, no longer let me liue. Am. The Comedie Am. Of late I loued one indeed; now I loue none but onely (thee. Mu. Thanks worthy Princesse: I burne likewise, Yet smother vp the blast: I dare not promise what I may performe. Am. Well Shepheard, harke what I shall say, I will returne vnto my Fathers Court, There for to prouide me of such necessaries As for my journey I shall thinke most fit: This being done, I will returne to thee, Do thou therefore appoint the place Where wee may meete. Mu. Downe in the valley, where I slue the Beare, And there doth grow a faire broad branched Beech, That ouershades a Well: So who comes first, Let them abide the happie meeting of vs both: How like you this? Am. I like it very well. Mu. Now if you please you may appoint the time. Am. Full three howers hence, God willing, I will returne. Mu. The thankes that Paris gaue the Grecian Queene, the like doth Mucedorus yeeld. Am. Then Mucedorus for three howers farewell. Exit. Mu. Your departure Lady breeds a priuie paine. Exit. Enter Segasto solus. Seg. Tis well Segasto, that thou hast thy will, Should such a Shepheard, such a simple Swaine as he, Eclipse thy credite famous through the Court? No, plie Segasto plie, let it not in Aragon be sayd, A Shepheard hath SegstoesSegastoes honour wonnne. EuterEnter Mouse the Clowne, calling his Maister. Clo. What, hoe Maister, will you come away? Seg. Will you come hither I pray you: whats the matter? Clo. Why is it not past eleuen a clocke? Seg. How then sir? Clo. I pray you come away to dinner. Seg. I pray you come hither. Clo. Heer’s such adoe with you, will you neuer come? Seg. I pray you sir, what newes of the message I sent you a- bout. Clo. I tell you all the Messes be on the Table already, There of Mucedorus. There wants not so much as a messe of Mustard, halfe an houre (agoe. Seg. Come sir, your minde is all vpon your belly, You haue forgotten what I bid you doe. Clo. Faith I know nothing; but you bad me go to breakfast. Seg. Was that all? Clo. Faith I haue forgotten it; the very scent of the Meate made me, hath forgot it quite. Seg. You haue forgotten the arrand I bid you doe. Clo. What arrant? an arrant Knaue, or an arrant Whore? Seg. Why thou Knaue, did I not bid thee banish the Shep- (heard? Clo. O the Shepheards bastard. Seg. I tell thee, the Shepheards banishment. Clo. I tell you the Shepheards Bastard shall be well kept; Ile look to it my selfe: but I pray you, come away to dinner. Seg. Then you will not tell me whether you haue banished him or no? Clo. Why I cannot say, Banishment, and you would give me a thousand pounds to say so. Seg. Why you hourson slaue, haue you forgotten that I sent you, and another, to driue away the Shepheard? Clo. What an Asse are you: heer’s a stirre in deed; Heer’s message, arrant, banishment, and I cannot tell what? Seg. I pray you sir, shall I know whether you haue droue him away? Clo. Faith I thinke I haue: and you will not beleeue me, aske my Staffe. Seg. Why, can thy Staffe tell? Clo. Why, he was with me too. Seg. Then happie I, that haue obtaind my will. Clo. And happier I, if you would goe to dinner. Seg. Come sirra, follow me. Clo. I warrant you I will not loose an inch of you now you are going to dinner: I promise you, I thought seauen yeare be- fore I could get him away. Exeunt. Enter Amadine solus. Am. God graunt my long delay procures no harme, Nor this my tarrying frustrate my pretence: My Mucedorus surely stayes for mee, D. And The Comedie And thinkes me ouer-long, at length I come, My present promise to performe: Ah what a thing is firme vnfaigned loue, What is it which true loue dares not attempt? My Father he may make, but I must match: Segasto loues, but Amadine must like Where likes her best; compulsion is a thrall: No, no, the heartie choyce, is all in all. The Shepheards vertue Amadine esteemes. But what? me thinkes my Shepheard is not come: I muse at that, the hower is at hand: Well, here Ile rest till Mucedorus come. She sits downe. Enter Bremo looking about, hastily takes hold of her. Bre. A happy prey; now Bremo feed on flesh: Dainties Bremo dainties, thy hungry panch to fill, Now glut thy greedy guts with luke-warme bloud: Come fight with me, I long to see thee dead. Am. How can she fight that weapons cannot weeld? Bre. What, canst not fight? then lie thee downe and die. Am. What, must I die? Bre. What neede these words, I thirst to sucke thy bloude? Am. Yet pittie me, and let me liue a while. Bre. No pittie I, Ile feede vpon thy flesh, Ile teare thy body peece-meale ioynt from ioynt. Am. Ah how I want my Shepheards company. Bre. Ile crush thy bones betwixt two Oken trees. Am. Haste Shepheard haste, or els thou com’st too late. Bre. Ile sucke the sweetnes from thy Marrow-bones. Am. Ah spare, ah spare to shed my guiltlesse bloud. Bre. With this my Bat, will I beate out thy braines; Downe downe I say, prostrat thy selfe vpon the ground. Am. Then Mucedorus, farewell; my hoped ioyes, farewell: Yea, farewell life, and welcome present death, She kneeles. To thee O God, I yeeld my dying Ghost: Bre. Now Bremo, play thy part. How now, What sudden chaunce is this? My Limmes doe tremble, and my Sinowes shake: My of Mucedorus. My vnweakned Armes hath lost their former force: Ah Bremo, Bremo, what a foyle hast thou, That yet at no time wast afraid, To dare the greatest Gods to fight with thee, He strikes. And now wants strength for one downe driuing blow? Ah how my courage fayles, when I should strike; Some new-come spirit abiding in my breast; Shall I spare her Bremo? Spare her, do not kill, Saith spare her, which neuer spared any. To it Bremo, to it: say againe; I cannot weeld my weapons in my hand: Me thinkes I should not strike so faire a one, I thinke her Beautie hath bewitcht my force, Or else within me, altred Natures course. Aie Woman! wilt thou liue in Woods with me? Am. Faine would I liue, yet loth to liue in woods. Bre. Thou shalt not choose, it shall be as I say, And therefore follow me. Exeunt. Enter Mucedorus solus. Mu. It was my will an houre agoe and more, As was my promise, for to make returne; But other businesse hindred my pretence. It is a world to see, when men appoyntes, And purposely one certaine thing decrees, How many thinges may hinder his intent: VVhat one would wish, the same is farthest off, But yet th’appoynted time can not be past; Nor hath her presence yet preuented me: Well, heere Ile stay, and expect her comming. They cry within, Hold him, hold him. Mu. Some one or other is pursued, no doubt, Perhaps some search for me; tis good to doubt the worst, Therefore Ile be gone. Exit. Cry within, Hold him, hold him: Enter Mouse the Clowne with a Pot. Clo. Hold him, hold him, hold him: heer’s a stirre indeed: here came hew after the crier? & I was set close at mother Nips house, D2. and The Comedie and there I cald for three pots of ale, as tis the maner of vs Cour- tiers. now sirra I had taken the maiden-head of two of them: Now as I was lifting vp the third to my mouth, there came, hold him, hold him: now I could not tell whom to catch hold on; but I am sure I caught one, perchance a may be in this pot: well Ile see: Masse I cannot see him yet: Well, Ile looke a little fur- ther: Masse he is a little slaue if a be here: why heer’s no body: all this goes well yet. But if the old Trot should come for her pot, I marie there’s the matter. But I care not, Ile face her out, and cal her old rustie, dustie, mustie, fustie, crustie Fierbrand and worse then all that, and so face her out of her pot, but soft, heere she comes. Enter the old Woman. Old W. Come you knaue, where’s my pot you knaue? Clo. Goe looke your pot, come not to me for your pot, twere good for you. Old. Thou liest thou knaue, thou hast my pot. Clo. You lie and you say it: I your pot? I know what Ile say. Why, what wilt thou say? Clo. But say I haue him, and thou dar’st. Old. Why thou knaue, thou hast not onely my pot, but my drinke vnpayd for. Clo. You lie like an old: I will not say whore. Old. Doest thou call me whore? Ile cap thee for my pot. Clo Cap me and thou darest: Search me whether I haue it or no. She searcheth him, and he drinkith ouer her head, and casteth downe the Pot, she stombleth at it: then they fall together by the eares: she takes up her Pot, and goes out. Enter Segasto. Seg. How now sirra, what’s the matter? Clo. Oh Flies Master, Flies. Seg. Flies, where are they? Clo. Oh, heere Maister all about your face. Seg. Why thou liest I thinke thou art mad. Clo. Why Maister I haue killed a dung-cart full at the least. Seg. Go too sirra, leauing this idle talke, giue eare to me. Clo. How, giue you one of my eares? Not of Mucedorus. Not and you were ten Maisters. Seg. Why sir, I bid you giue eare to my words. Clo. I tell you, I will not be made a Curtall for no mans plea- (sure. Seg. I tell thee, attend what I say: Goe thy wayes straight and reare the whole Towne. Clo. How, reare the whole Towne? euen go your selfe, it is more then I can doe: Why do you thinke I can reare a Towne, that can scarce reare a Pot of Ale to my head: I should reare a Towne, should I not? Seg. Goe to the Constable, and make a Priuie search, For the Shepheard is runne away with the Kings Daughter. Clo. How, is the Shepheard run away with the kings daugh- ter, or is the Kings daughter run away with the Shepheard? Seg. I cannot tell; but they are both gone togeather. Clo. What a foole is she to runne away with the Shepheard? Seg. Why, Clo. I cannot tell. Exit.