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 borne likewise, Yet smother up the blast, I dare not promise what I may perform.

AMADINE.

Well, shepherd, hark what I shall say:

I will return unto my Father's court, There for to provide me of such necessaries, As for our 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 will 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 departure, lady, breeds a privy pain.

[Exit.]