The trees shall spread themselves where thou dost go, And as they spread, I'll trace along with thee.
AMADINE.
[Aside.] You may, for who but you?
BREMO.
Thou shalt be fed with quails and partridges, With black birds, larks, thrushes and nightingales.
Thy drink shall be goat's milk and crystal water, Distilled from the fountains & the clearest springs.
And all the dainties that the woods afford.
I'll freely give thee to obtain thy love.
AMADINE.
[Aside.] You may, for who but you?
BREMO.
The day I'll spend to recreate my love With all the pleasures that I can devise, And in the night I'll be thy bedfellow, And lovingly embrace thee in mine arms.
AMADINE.
[Aside.] One may, so may not you.
BREMO.
The satyrs & the woodnymphs shall attend on thee And lull thee a sleep with music's sound, And in the morning when thou dost awake, The lark shall sing good morn to my queen, And whilst he sings, I'll kiss my Amadine.
AMADINE.
[Aside.] You may, for who but you?
BREMO.
