Why, sirra, thou shalt have silver and gold if it be good.
MOUSE.
O, tis good, tis good. Amadine--
KING.
Oh, what of her? tell me, & I will make thee a knight.
MOUSE.
How a spright? no, by lady, I will not be a spright.
Masters, get ye away; if I be a spright, I shall be so lean I shall make you all afraid.
COLLEN.
Thou sot, the King means to make thee a gentleman.
MOUSE.
Why, I shall want parrell.
KING.
Thou shalt want for nothing.
MOUSE.
Then stand away, trick up thy self: here they come.
[Enter Segasto, Mucedorus, and Amadine.]
AMADINE.
My gratious father, pardon thy disloyal daughter.
KING.
What do mine eyes behold? my daughter Amadine?
Rise up, dear daughter & let these, my embracing arms, Show some token of thy father's joy, Which ever since thy departure hath languished in sorrow.
AMADINE.
Dear father, never were your sorrows Greater than my griefs, Never you so desolate as I comfortless;Yet, nevertheless, acknowledging my self To be the cause of both, on bended knees I humbly crave your pardon.
KING.
I'll pardon thee, dear daughter: but as for him--AMADINE.
Ah, father, what of him?
KING.
As sure as I am a king, and wear the crown, I will revenge on that accursed wretch.
MUCEDORUS.
