God grant my long delay procures no harm Nor this my tarrying frustrate my pretence.
My Mucedorus surely stays for me, And thinks me over long: at length I come My present promise to perform.
Ah, what a thing is firm unfained love!
What is it which true love dares not tempt?
My father he may make, but I must match;
Segasto loves, but Amadine must like, Where likes her best; compulsion is a thrall:
No, no, the hearty choice is all in all, The shepherd's virtue Amadine esteems.
But, what, me thinks my shepherd is not come.
I muse at that, the hour is sure at hand:
Well here I'll rest till Mucedorus come.
[She sits her down.]
[Enter Bremo looking about, hastily taketh hold of her.]
BREMO.
A happy prey! now, Bremo, feed on flesh.
Dainties, Bremo, dainties, thy hungry panch to fill!
Now glut thy greedy guts with luke warm blood!
Come, fight with me, I long to see thee dead.
AMADINE.
How can she fight that weapons cannot wield?
BREMO.
What, canst not fight? then lie thou down and die.
AMADINE.
What, must I die?
BREMO.
What needs these words? I thirst to suck thy blood.
AMADINE.
Yet pity me and let me live a while.
BREMO.
No pity I, I'll feed upon thy flesh, I'll tear thy body piecemeal joint from joint.
AMADINE.