1st Shep.
The best season I mind for ten years. (Working with sheep’s leg.) Plague take it, it’s slipped. Lie still you bleatin’ fule ye! And sheep s’d fetch a guid price this year and all.
2nd Shep.
Aye.
1st Shep.
I’m thinkin’ these sheep will be making the fortune of the young masters, but they do nought but make work for us.
2nd Shep.
(Spits.) Aye.
1st Shep.
The young masters must get an extra man, we never had to handle so many sheep.