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round. 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 unweak'ned 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, Say'th, _Spare her, Bremo; spare her, do not kill_. Shall I[178] spare her, which never spared any? To it, Bremo, to it; essay[179] again. I cannot wield my weapons in my hand; Methinks I should not strike so fair a one, I think her beauty hath bewitch'd my force, Or else within me altered nature's course. Ay, woman, wilt thou live in woods with me? AMADINE. Fain would I live, yet loth to live in woods. BREMO. Thon shalt not choose; it shall be as I say; And therefore follow me. [_Exeunt. Enter_ MUCEDORUS _solus_. MUCEDORUS. It was my will an hour ago and more, As was my promise, for to make return; But other business hind'red my pretence. It is a world to see, when man appoints, And purposely one certain thing decrees, How many things may hinder his intent. What one would wish, the same is farthest off. But yet th'appointed time cannot be past, Nor hath her presence yet prevented[180] me. Well, here I'll stay, and expect the coming. [_They cry within, Hold him, stay him, hold_! MUCEDORUS. Some one or other is pursued, no doubt; Perhaps some search for me; 'tis good To doubt the worst, therefore I will be gone. [_Exit. Cry within, Hold him, hold him! Enter_ MOUSE, _the Clown, with a pot_. CLOWN. Hold him, hold him, hold him! here's a stir indeed. Here came hue after the crier, and I was set close at mother Nip's house, and there I call'd for three pots of ale, as 'tis the manner of us courtiers. Now, sirrah, I had taken the maidenhead of two of them--now, as I was lifting up the third to my mouth, there came, Hold him, hold him! Now I could not tell whom to catch hold on; but I am sure I caught one, perchance a may be in this pot. Well, I'll see. Mass, I cannot see him yet; well, I'll look a
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