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A most pleasant comedie of Mucedorus the kings sonne of Valentia and Amadine the Kings daughter of Arragon with the merie conceites of Mouse. Newly set foorth, as it hath bin sundrie times plaide in the honorable cittie of London. Very delectable and full of mirth.; Mucedorus.
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knowe the powers diuiâ—â—â— But God graunt this that sweet Segasto liue Mu. Yet heard harted he in such a case So cowardly to saue himselfe by flight And leaue so braue a princesse to the spoyle Ama. Well shephearde for thy worthy valour tried Endangering thy selfe to set me free Vnrecompensed sure thou shalt not be In court thy courage shal be plainely knowne Throughout the Kingdome will I spread thy name To thy renowne and neuer dying fame And that thy courage may be better knowne Beare thou the head of this most monstrous beast In open sight to euerie courtiers viewe So will the king my father thee rewarde Come le ts away and guard me to the court Mu. With all my heart Exeunt Enter Segasto solus Se. When heapes of harmes do houer ouer head T is time as then some say to looke about And so ensuing harmes to choose the least But hard yea haplesse is that wretchesse chaunce Lucklesse his lot and caytiffe like acourste At whose proceedings fortune euer frownes My selfe I meane most subiect vnto thrall For I the more I seeke to shun the worst The more by proofe I find my selfe accurst Ere whiles assaulted with an vgly beare Fayre Amadine in company all alone Forthwith by flight I thought to saue my selfe Leauing my Amadine vnto her shiftes For death it was for to resist the beare And death no lesse of Amadines harmes to heare Accursed I in lingring life thus long In leeuing thus each minute of an hower Doth pierce my hart with dartes of thousand deatheâ— If she by flight her fury doe escape What will she thinke Will she not say yea flatly to my face Accusing me of meere disloyaltie A trustie friend is tride time of neede But I when she in danger was of death And needed me and cried Segasâ—o helpe I turned my backe and quickly ran away Vnworthy I to beare this vitall breath But what what needes these plaintes If Amadine do liue then happie I Shee will in time forgiue and so forget Amadine is mercifull not Iuno like In harmful hart to harbor hatred long Enter Mouse the Clowne running crying clubs Mouse Clubs prongs pitchfoâ—ks billes O helpe a beare a beare a beare Se. Still beares and nothing else but beares Tell me sirra wher she is Clo. O sir she is runne downe the woods I see her wite head and her white belly Se. Thou talkest of wonders to tell me of white bears But sirra didst thou euer see any such Clo. No faith I neuer sawe any such But I remember my fathers woordes Hee bad mee take heâ—de I was not caught with a white beare Se. A lamentable tale no dout Clo. I tell you what sir as I was going a fielde to serue my fathers greate horse caried a bottly of hay vpon my head now doe you see sir I fast hudwinckt that I could see nothing perceiuing the beare comming I threw my hay into the hedge and ran away Se. What from nothing Clo. I waâ—rant you yes I saw something for there was tow loade of thornes besides my bottle of hay and that made three Se. But tell me sirra the beare that thou didst see Did she not beare a bucket on her arme Clo. Ha ha ha I neuer saw beare goe a milking in all my life But haâ—k you sir I did not looke so hie as her arme I saw nothing but her whit head and her whit belly Se. But tell me sirra where doost thou dwell Clo. Why doe you not knowe mee Se. Why no how should I know thee Clo. Why then you know no bodie and you knowe not mee ' I tell you sir I am the goodman â—aâ—s son of the next parish ouer the hill Se. Goodman rats son why what 's thy name Clo. why I am very neere kin vnto him Se. I thinke so but what 's thy name Clo. My name I haue very pretie name I le tel you what my name is my name is Mouse Se. vvhat plaine Monse Clo. I plaine mouse with out either welt or gardeâ— But doe you heaâ—e sir I am but a very young mouse For my â—aile is scarce growne out yet looke you here â—ls Se. But I pray thee who gâ—ue thee that name Clo. Fayth â—ir I know not that but if you would faine know aske my fathers gâ—eate horse for he hath bin halfe a yeare longer with my father then I haue Se. This seemes to be a merrie fellow I care not if I take him home with me Mirth is a comfort to a troubled minde A merrie man a merrie master makes How saist thou sirra wilt thou dwell with me Clo. Nay soft sir tow words to a bargaine praie you what occupation are you Se. No occupation I liue vpon my landesâ— Clo. Your lands a way you are no maister for me why doe you thinke that I am so mâ—d to go sâ—ke my liuing in the lands amongst the stones briars and bushes and teare my holy day appaâ—ell not I by your leaue Se. Why I do not meane thâ—u shalt Clo. How thâ—n Se. Why thou shalt be my man and waite vpon me at the court Clo. What 's that Se. Where the King lies Clo. What 's that same King a man or woman Se. A man as thou arteâ— Clo. As I am haâ—ke you sir pray you what kin is he to good man king of our parish the church warden Se. No kin to him he is the King of the whole land Clo. king of the land I neuer see him Se. If thou wilt dwel with me thou shallt see him euerie day Clo. shal I go home againe to be torne in peces with beares no not I I wil go home put on a cleane shirt and then goe drowne my selfe Se. Thou shallt not need if thou wilt dwell with me thou shalt want nothing Clo. Shal I not then heares my hand I le dwel with you And harke you sir now you haue entertained me I wil tell you what I can doe I can keepe my tougue from picking aud stealing and my handes from lying and slaundering I warrant you as wel as euer you had manâ— in all your life Se. Now will I to court with sorrowfull hart rownded with doubts if Amadine doe liue then happy I yea happie I if Amadine doâ— liue Exâ—unt Eâ—ter the King with a young prince prisoner Amadine with Câ—llen and câ—unsâ—llersâ— King Now braue Lords our wars are brought to end Our foes the foile and we in safetie rest It vs behoues to vse such clemencie in peaceâ— As valour in the warreâ— It is as great honor to be bountifull at home As to be conquerers in the field Thereâ—ore my Lords the more to my conteâ—t Your liking and your countries safegarde We are disposde in marriage for to giue Our daughter to Lord Segasto heare Who shall succeede the diadem afâ—er me And raigue heereaftâ—r as I tofore haue done Your sole and lawfull King of Arragon What say you Lordings like you of my aduiseâ— Col. And please your