ANSELMO. A forcing adamant: Love, mix'd with fear and doubtful jealousy: Whether report gilded a worthless trunk, Or Amadine deserved her high extolment. KING OF VALENTIA. See our provision be in readiness, Collect us followers of the comeliest hue, For our chief guardians; we will thither wend. The crystal eyes of heaven shall not thrice wink, Nor the green flood six times his shoulders turn, Till we salute the Arragonian king. Music, speak loudly; now the season's apt, For former dolors are in pleasure wrapt. [_Exeunt omnes] Enter_ MUCEDORUS, _to disguise himself_. MUCEDORUS. Now, Mucedorus, whither wilt thou go? Home to thy father to thy native soil, Or try some long abode within these woods? Well, I will hence depart, and hie me home. What, hie me home, said I? that may not be; In Amadine rests my felicity. Then, Mucedorus, do as thou didst decree: Attire thee hermit-like within these groves; Walk often to the beech, and view the well; Make settles there, and seat thyself thereon; And when thou feelest thyself to be athirst, Then drink a hearty draught to Amadine. No doubt, she thinks on thee, and will one day Come pledge thee at this well. Come, habit, thou art fit for me. [_He disguiseth himself_. No shepherd now: a hermit I must be. Methinks this fits me very well. Now must I learn to bear a walking-staff, And exercise some gravity withal. _Enter the_ CLOWN. CLOWN. Here's through the woods and through the woods, to look out a shepherd and stray king's daughter. But soft! who have we here? what art thou? MUCEDORUS. I am an hermit. CLOWN. An emmet? I never saw such a big emmet in all my life before. MUCEDORUS. I tell you, sir, I am an hermit: one that leads a solitary life within these woods. CLOWN. O, I know thee now, thou art he[182] that eats up all the hips and haws; we could not have one piece of fat bacon for thee all this year. MUCEDORUS. Thou dost mistake me; but I pray thee, tell me what dost thou seek in these woods? CLOWN. What do I seek? for a stray king's daughter run away with a shepherd. MUCEDORUS. A stray king's daughter run away with a shepherd. Wherefore? canst thou tell? CLOWN. Yes, that I can; 'tis this. My master and Amadine walking one day abroad, nearer to these woods than they were used (about what I cannot tell); but toward them comes running a great bear. Now my master he played the man, and ran away; and Amadine, crying after him;--now, sir, comes me a shepherd, and he strikes off the bear's head. Now, whether the bear were dead before or no, I cannot tell; for bring twenty bears before me, and bind their hands and feet, and I'll kill them all. Now, ever since, Amadine hath been in love with the shepherd; and for goodwill she's even run away with the shepherd. MUCEDORUS. What manner of man was a? canst describe him unto me?