KING OF ARAGON. [_To Segasto_.] But soft, Segasto, not for this offence. [_To Mucedorus_.] Long may’st thou live; [_to Segasto_.] and when the Sisters shall decree To cut in twain the twisted thread of life, Then let him die: for this I set thee free; [_To Mucedorus_.] And for thy valour I will honour thee. AMADINE. Thanks to your majesty. KING OF ARAGON. Come, daughter, let us now depart to honour The worthy valour of the shepherd with rewards. [_Exeunt._] MOUSE. O master, hear you, you have made a fresh hand now, I thought you would, beshrew you! Why, what will you do now? You have lost me a good occupation by the means. Faith, master, now I cannot hang the shepherd, I pray you, let me take the pains to hang you, it is but half an hour’s exercise. SEGASTO. You are still in your knavery, but sith I cannot have his life, I will procure His banishment for ever. Come one, sirrah. MOUSE. Yes, forsooth, I come. [_Aside_.] Laugh at him, I pray you. [_Exeunt._] ACT III SCENE I. Grove near the Court Enter Mucedorus solus. MUCEDORUS. From Amadine, and from her father’s court, With gold and silver, and with rich rewards, Flowing from the banks of golden treasuries. More may I boast, and say, but I, Was never shepherd in such dignity. Enter the Messenger and Mouse, the Clown. MESSENGER. All hail, worthy shepherd! MOUSE. All rain, lousy shepherd! MUCEDORUS. Welcome, my friends, from whence come you? MESSENGER. The King and Amadine do greet thee well. And after greeting done, bid thee depart the court. Shepherd, begone! MOUSE. Shepherd, take law-legs; fly away, shepherd. MUCEDORUS. Whose words are these? Come these from Amadine? MESSENGER. Ay, from Amadine. MOUSE. Ay, from Amadine. MUCEDORUS. Ah! luckless fortune, worse than Phaeton’s tale, My former bliss is now become my bale. MOUSE. What, wilt thou poison thyself? MUCEDORUS. My former heaven is now become my hell. MOUSE. The worst alehouse that I ever came in, in all my life. MUCEDORUS. What shall I do? MOUSE. Even go hang thyself half an hour. MUCEDORUS. Can Amadine so churlishly command, To banish th’ shepherd from her father’s court? MESSENGER. What should shepherds do in the court? MOUSE. What should shepherds do amongst us? Have we not lords enough o’er us in the court? MUCEDORUS. Why, shepherds are men, and kings are no more. MESSENGER. Shepherds are men, and masters o’er their flock. MOUSE. That’s a lie; who pays them their wages, then? MESSENGER. Well, you are always interrupting of me, but you are best look to him, lest you hang for him, when he is gone. [_Exit._] MOUSE. [_Sings._] _And you shall hang for company, For leaving me alone._ Shepherd, stand forth, and hear thy sentence! Shepherd, begone within three days, on pain of my displeasure; shepherd, begone; shepherd, begone, begone, begone, begone; shepherd, shepherd, shepherd. [_Exit._]