SEGASTO. No, he is not drunk, he is slain. MOUSE. Flain? No, by’r Lady, he is not flain. SEGASTO. He’s killed, I tell thee. MOUSE. What do you use to kill your friends? I will serve you no longer. SEGASTO. I tell thee, the shepherd killed him. MOUSE. O, did a so? But, master, I will have all his apparel, if I carry him away. SEGASTO. Why, so thou shalt. MOUSE. Come, then, I will help; mass, master, I think his mother song looby to him, he is so heavy. [_Exeunt Segasto and Mouse._] MUCEDORUS. Behold the fickle state of man, That’s always mutable, never at one! Sometimes we feed on fancies with the sweet Of our desires, sometimes again We feel the heat of extreme miseries. Now I’m in favour ’bout the court and country; Tomorrow will those favours turn to frowns. Today I live, revenged on my foe, Tomorrow I die, my foe reveng’d on me. [_Exit._] SCENE III. The Forest Enter Bremo, a wild man. BREMO. No passenger this morning? What, not one? A chance that seldom doth befall. What, not one? Then lie thou there, And rest thyself till I have further need. [_Lays down his club._] Now, Bremo, sit, thy leisure so affords, An needless thing. [_Sits down_.] Who knows not Bremo’s strength, That like a king commands within these woods? The bear, the boar dare not abide my sight, But haste away to save themselves by flight. The crystal waters in the bubbling brooks, When I come by, doth swiftly slide away, And clap themselves in closets under banks, Afraid to look bold Bremo in the face. The aged oaks at Bremo’s breath do bow, And all things else are still at my command. Else what would I? Rend them in pieces, pluck them from the earth, And each way else I would revenge myself. Why, who comes here with whom I dare not fight? Who fights with me and doth not die the death? Not one! What favour shows this sturdy stick to those, That here within these woods are combatants with me? Why, death, and nothing else but present death. With restless rage I wander through these woods, No creature here, but feareth Bremo’s force: Man, woman, child, and beast, and bird, And everything that doth approach my sight, Are forc’d to fall if Bremo once do frown. Come, cudgel, come, my partner in my spoils, For here I see this day it will not be; But when it falls that I encounter any, One pat sufficeth for to work my will. What, comes not one? Then let’s be gone; A time will serve, when we shall better speed. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Aragon. a Room of State in the Court Enter the King, Segasto, the Shepherd, and the Clown with others. KING OF ARAGON. Shepherd, thou hast heard thine accusers; murther Is laid unto thy charge; what canst thou say? Thou hast deserved death. MUCEDORUS. Dread sovereign, I must needs confess, I slew this captain in mine own defence, Not of any malice, but by chance; But mine accuser hath a further meaning. SEGASTO. Words will not here prevail: I seek for justice, and justice craves his death.