Ah, now I want my shepherd's company.

BREMO.

I'll crush thy bones betwixt two oaken trees.

AMADINE.

Haste, shepherd, haste, or else thou comst too late.

BREMO.

I'll suck the sweetness from thy marie bones.

AMADINE.

Ah spare, ah spare to shed my guiltless blood!

BREMO.

With this my bat will I beat out thy brains.

Down, down, I say, prostrate thy self upon the ground.

AMADINE.

Then, Mucedorus, farewell; my hoped joys, farewell.

Yea, farewell life, and welcome present death!

[She kneels.]

To thee, O God, I yield my dying ghost.

BREMO.

Now, Bremo, play thy part.--

How now, what sudden chance is this?

My limbs do tremble and my sinews shake, My unweakened arms have lost their former force:

Ah Bremo, Bremo, what a foil hast thou, That yet at no time ever wast afraid To dare the greatest gods to fight with thee, [He strikes.]

And now want strength for one down driving blow!

Ah, how my courage fails when I should strike:

Some new come spirit, abiding in my breast, Sayth, 'spare her, Bremo, spare her, do not kill.'

Shall I spare her which never spared any?

To it, Bremo, to it, say again.--

I cannot wield my weapons in my hand;

Me thinks I should not strike so fair a one: