2nd Shep.
(Stretching out his hand for his drink.) I’ve earned it.
1st Shep.
(Drawing it away.) Ye’ll tell me what she’s like first.
2nd Shep.
A flower. You give it to me now.
1st Shep.
(Hands it grudgingly.) Well, perhaps you desarve it. That’s news.
(He slowly fills a kettle out of a pail of water which he observes with annoyance is nearly empty and puts kettle on the fire.)
For why is she coming here?