KING OF VALENCIA. See, our provision be in readiness, Collect us followers of the comeliest hue For our chief guardians; we will thither wend. The crystal eye of heaven shall not thrice wink, Nor the green flood six times his shoulders turn, Till we salute the Aragonian king. Music, speak loudly now, the season’s apt, For former dolours are in pleasure wrapt. [_Music. Exeunt omnes._] SCENE II. The Forest 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 feel’st 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. MOUSE. Here’s through the woods, and through the woods, to look out a shepherd and a stray king’s-daughter. But soft! Who have we here? What art thou? MUCEDORUS. I am a hermit. MOUSE. An emmet, I never saw such a big emmet in all my life before. MUCEDORUS. I tell you, sir, I am a hermit: one That leads a solitary life within these woods. MOUSE. Oh, I know thee now, thou art he 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 for in these woods? MOUSE. 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? MOUSE. 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 can not 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 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 he? Canst thou describe him unto me? MOUSE. Scribe him? Ay, I warrant you, that I can; a was a little, low, broad, tall, narrow, big, well-favoured fellow, a jerkin of white cloth, and buttons of the same cloth.