I ever thought thee What I find thee now, An upright, loyal man. But what desire, Or young-fed humour Nurst within the brain, Drew him so privately to Aragon?

ANSELMO.

A forcing Adamant:

Love, mixt with fear and doubtful jealousy, Whether report guilded a worthless trunk, Or Amadine deserved her high extolment.

KING OF VALENTIA.

See our provision be in readiness;

Collect us followers of the comeliest hue For our chief guardians, we will thither wend:

The crystal eye of Heaven shall not thrice wink, Nor the green Flood six times his shoulders turn, Till we salute the Aragonian King.

Music speak loudly now, the season's apt, For former dolours are in pleasure wrapt.

[Exeunt omnes.]

ACT IV. SCENE II. The Forest.

[Enter Mucedorus to disguise himself.]

MUCEDORUS.

Now, Mucedorus, whither wilt thou go?

Home to thy father, to thy native soil, Or try some long abode within these woods?

Well, I will hence depart and hie me home.--

What, hie me home, said? that may not be;

In Amadine rests my felicity.

Then, Mucedorus, do as thou didst decree: