MOUSE.
O horrible, terrible! Was ever poor gentleman so scar’d out of his
seven senses? A bear? Nay, sure it cannot be a bear, but some devil in
a bear’s doublet; for a bear could never have had that agility to have
frighted me. Well, I’ll see my father hanged before I’ll serve his
horse any more. Well, I’ll carry home my bottle of hay, and for once
make my father’s horse turn Puritan, and observe fasting-days, for he
gets not a bit. But soft! this way she followed me; therefore I’ll take
the other path, and because I’ll be sure to have an eye on her, I will
shake hands with some foolish creditor, and make every step backward.
[_As he goes backwards, the Bear comes in, and he tumbles over her, and
runs away, and leaves his bottle of hay behind him_.]
SCENE III. The same
Enter Segasto running, and Amadine after him, being pursued with a
bear.
SEGASTO.
Oh fly, madam, fly or else we are but dead!
AMADINE.
Help, sweet Segasto, help, or else I die!
SEGASTO.
Alas, madam! there is no way but flight;
Then haste and save yourself.
[_Segasto runs away._]
AMADINE.
Why then I die; ah! help me in distress!
Enter Mucedorus, like a Shepherd, with a sword drawn, and a Bear’s head
in his hand.
MUCEDORUS.
Stay, lady, stay; and be no more dismay’d.
That cruel beast, most merciless and fell,
Which hath bereaved thousands of their lives,
Affrighted many with his hard pursuits,
Prying from place to place to find his prey,
Prolonging thus his life by others’ death,
His carcass now lies headless, void of breath.
AMADINE.
That foul, deformed monster, is he dead?
MUCEDORUS.
Assure yourself thereof—behold his head;
Which, if it please you, lady, to accept,
With willing heart I yield it to your majesty.
AMADINE.
Thanks, worthy shepherd, thanks a thousand times;
This gift, assure thyself, contents me more
Than greatest bounty of a mighty prince,
Although he were the monarch of the world.
MUCEDORUS.
Most gracious goddess, more than mortal wight—
Your heavenly hue of right imports no less—
Most glad am I, in that it was my chance
To undertake this enterprise in hand,
Which doth so greatly glad your princely mind.
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