MUCEDORUS. And, Amadine, why wilt thou none but me? I cannot keep thee as thy father did; I have no lands for to maintain thy state, Moreover if thou mean to be my wife, Commonly this must be thy use: To bed at midnight, up at four, Drudge all the day, and trudge from place to place, Whereby our daily victuals for to win: And last of all, which is the worst of all, No princess then, but plain a shepherd’s wife. MOUSE. [_Aside_.] Then God gi’ you good morrow, goody shepherd! AMADINE. It shall not need; if Amadine do live, Thou shalt be crowned king of Aragon. MOUSE. O master, laugh; when he’s king, then I’ll be a queen. MUCEDORUS. Then know that which never tofore was known, I am no shepherd, no Aragonian I, But born of royal blood: My father’s of Valencia king, my mother queen; Who for thy sacred sake took this hard task in hand. AMADINE. Ah, how I joy my fortune is so good! SEGASTO. Well, now I see Segasto shall not speed. But, Mucedorus, I as much do joy To see thee here within our court of Aragon, As if a kingdom had befallen me this time. I with my heart surrender it to thee. [_He giveth her to him._] And loose what right to Amadine I have. MOUSE. [_Aside_.] What, a barn’s door, and born where my father was constable? A bots on thee, how dost thou? MUCEDORUS. Thanks, good Segasto; but yet you levell’d at the crown. MOUSE. Master, bear this, and bear all. SEGASTO. Why so, sir? MOUSE. He says you take a goose by the crown. SEGASTO. Away, go to, sir; post you to the king, Whose heart is fraught with careful doubts, Gladden him up, and tell him these good news, And we will follow, as fast as we may. MOUSE. I go, master; I run, master. [_Exeunt severally._] SCENE II. Open Place near the Court of the King of Aragon Enter the King of Aragon and Collen. KING OF ARAGON. Break, heart, and end my pallid woes! My Amadine, the comfort of my life, How can I joy, except she were in sight? Her absence breeds sorrow to my soul And with a thunder breaks my heart in twain. COLLEN. Forbear those passions, gentle king, And you shall see ’twill turn unto the best, And bring your soul to quiet and to joy. KING OF ARAGON. Such joy as death, I do assure me that, And nought but death, unless of her I hear, And that with speed; I cannot sigh thus long— But what a tumult do I hear within? [_They cry within, ‘Joy and happiness.’_] COLLEN. I hear a noise of overpassing joy Within the court. My lord, be of good comfort, And here comes one in haste. Enter the Clown running. MOUSE. A king, a king, a king! COLLEN. Why, how now, sirrah? What’s the matter? MOUSE. Oh, ’tis news for a king, ’tis worth money. COLLEN. Why, sirrah, thou shalt have silver and gold, if it be good. MOUSE. O, ’tis good, ’tis good. Amadine— KING OF ARAGON. Oh, what of her? Tell me, and I will make thee a knight. MOUSE. How a sprite? No, by’r Lady, I will not be a sprite, masters. Get ye away, if I be a sprite, I shall be so lean, I shall make you all afraid.