[Enter Mucedorus like a shepherd with a sword drawn and a bear's head in his hand.]
MUCEDORUS.
Stay, Lady, stay, and be no more dismayed.
That cruel beast most merciless and fell, Which hath bereaved thousands of their lives, Affrighted many with his hard pursues, Prying from place to place to find his prey, Prolonging thus his life by others' death, His carcass now lies headless, void of breath.
AMADINE.
That foul deformed monster, is he dead?
MUCEDORUS.
Assure your self thereof, behold his head:
Which if it please you, Lady, to accept, With willing heart I yield it to your majesty.
AMADINE.
Thanks, worthy shepherd, thanks a thousand times.
This gift, assure thy self, contents me more Than greatest bounty of a mighty prince, Although he were the monarch of the world.
MUCEDORUS.
Most gracious goddess, more than mortal wight, Your heavenly hue of right imports no less, Most glad am I in that it was my chance To undertake this enterprise in hand, Which doth so greatly glad your princely mind.
AMADINE.
No goddess, shepherd, but a mortal wight, A mortal wight distressed as thou seest:
My father here is king of Arragon.
I Amadine his only daughter am, And after him sole heir unto the crown.
