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.