2nd Shepherd. So I thought as I stood, to mirth us among.[110]
3rd Shepherd. I grant.
1st Shepherd. Let me sing the tenory.
2nd Shepherd. And I the treble so high.
3rd Shepherd. Then the mean falls to me;
Let see how ye chaunt.
[Mac enters, with a cloak thrown over his smock.
Mac. Now, Lord, for thy names seven, that made both moon and starns[111]
Well more than I can even: thy will, Lord, of my thorns;
I am all uneven, that moves oft my horns,[112]
Now would God I were in heaven, for there weep no bairns
So still.
1st Shepherd. Who is that pipes so poor?
Mac. Would God ye knew how I fare!
Lo, a man that walks on the moor,
And has not all his will.
2nd Shepherd. Mac, where hast thou gone? Tell us tidings.