MUCEDORUS. And must I go? and must I needs depart? Ye goodly groves, partakers of my songs, In time tofore, when fortune did not frown, Pour forth your plaints, and wail a while with me. And thou bright sun, my comfort in the cold, Hide, hide thy face, and leave me comfortless; Ye wholesome herbs, and sweet-smelling savours, Yea, each thing else prolonging life of man, Change, change your wonted course that I, Wanting your aid, in woful sort may die. Enter Amadine and Ariena, her maid. AMADINE. Ariena, If any body ask for me, make some excuse, Till I return. ARIENA. What, an Segasto call? AMADINE. Do thou the like to him, I mean not to stay long. [_Exit Ariena._] MUCEDORUS. This voice so sweet my pining spirits revives. AMADINE. Shepherd, well met, pray, tell me how thou dost? MUCEDORUS. I linger life, yet wish for speedy death. AMADINE. Shepherd! Although thy banishment already be decreed, And all against my will, yet Amadine— MUCEDORUS. Ah, Amadine, to hear of banishment is death, Ay, double death to me, but since I must depart, One thing I crave— AMADINE. Say on, with all my heart. MUCEDORUS. That in my absence, either far or near, You honour me as servant to your name. AMADINE. Not so. MUCEDORUS. And why? AMADINE. I honour thee as sovereign of my heart. MUCEDORUS. A shepherd and a sovereign nothing like. AMADINE. Yet like enough, where there is no dislike. MUCEDORUS. Yet great dislike, or else no banishment. AMADINE. Shepherd, it only is Segasto that procures thy banishment. MUCEDORUS. Unworthy wights are most in jealousy. AMADINE. Would God, they would free thee from banishment, Or likewise banish me. MUCEDORUS. Amen, I say, to have your company. AMADINE. Well, shepherd, sith thou sufferest this for my sake, With thee in exile also let me live, On this condition, shepherd, thou canst love. MUCEDORUS. No longer love, no longer let me live. AMADINE. Of late I loved one indeed, now love I none but only thee. MUCEDORUS. Thanks, worthy princess, I burn likewise, yet smother up the blast, I dare not promise what I mayn’t perform. AMADINE. Well, shepherd, hark what I shall say, I will return unto my father’s court, For to provide me of such necessaries As for my journey I shall think most fit. This being done, I will return to thee; Do thou therefore appoint the place, where we may meet. MUCEDORUS. Down in the valley, where I slew the bear, And there doth grow a fair broad-branched beech, That overshades a well: so who comes first, Let them abide the happy meeting of us both. How like you this? AMADINE. I like it very well. MUCEDORUS. Now, if you please, you may appoint the time. AMADINE. Full three hours hence, God willing, I’ll return. MUCEDORUS. The thanks that Paris gave the Grecian queen, The like doth Mucedorus yield. AMADINE. Then, Mucedorus, for three hours farewell. [_Exit._] MUCEDORUS. Your ’parture, lady, breeds a privy pain. [_Exit._] SCENE II. The Court Enter Segasto solus.