Attire thee hermit like within these groves, Walk often to the beach and view the well, Makes settles there and seat thy self thereon, And when thou feelest thy self to be a thirst, Then drink a hearty draught to Amadine.

No doubt she thinks on thee, And will one day come pledge thee at this well.

Come, habit, thou art fit for me:

[He disguiseth himself.]

No shepherd now, a hermit I must be.

Me thinks this fits me very well;

Now must I learn to bear a walking staff, And exercise some gravity withall.

[Enter the Clown.]

MOUSE.

Here's throw the wods, and throw the wods, to look out a shepherd & a stray king's daughter: but soft, who have we here? what art thou?

MUCEDORUS.

I am a hermit.

MOUSE.

An emmet? I never saw such a big emmet in all my life before.

MUCEDORUS.

I tell you, sir, I am an hermit, one that leads a solitary life within these woods.

MOUSE.

O, I know thee now, thou art he that eats up all the hips and haws; we could not have one piece of fat bacon for thee all this year.

MUCEDORUS.

Thou dost mistake me; but I pray thee, tell me what dost thou seek in these woods?

MOUSE.

What do I seek? for a stray King's daughter run away with a shepherd.

MUCEDORUS.

A stray King's daughter run away with a shepherd.