When thou art up, the wood lanes shall be strawed With violets, cowslips, and sweet marigolds For thee to trample and to trace upon, And I will teach thee how to kill the deer, To chase the hart and how to rouse the roe, If thou wilt live to love and honour me.
AMADINE.
[Aside.] You may, for who but you?
[Enter Mucedorus.]
BREMO.
Welcome, sir, An hour ago I looked for such a guest.
Be merry, wench, we'll have a frolic feast:
Here's flesh enough to suffice us both.
Stay, sirra, wilt thou fight or dost thou yeel to die?
MUCEDORUS.
I want a weapon; how can I fight?
BREMO.
Thou wants a weapon? why then thou yeelst to die.
MUCEDORUS.
I say not so I do not yield to die.
BREMO.
Thou shalt not choose. I long to see thee dead.
AMADINE.
Yet spare him, Bremo, spare him.
BREMO.
Away, I say, I will not spare him.
MUCEDORUS.
Yet give me leave to speak.
BREMO.
Thou shalt not speak.
AMADINE.
Yet give him leave to speak for my sake.
BREMO.
Speak on, but be not over long.
MUCEDORUS.
In time of yore, when men like brutish beasts Did lead their lives in loathsome cells and woods And wholly gave themselves to witless will, A rude unruly rout, then man to man Became a present prey, then might prevailed, The weakest went to walls:
