3rd Shepherd. Is he come? Then each one take heed to his things.
[Takes his cloak from him.
Mac. What, I am a yeoman, I tell you, of the king;
The self and the same, sent from a great lording,
And sich.[113]
Fy on you, get thee hence,
Out of my presence,
I must have reverence,
Why, who be ich?[114]
1st Shepherd. Why make ye it so quaint? Mac, ye do wrong.
2nd Shepherd. But, Mac, list, ye saint? I trow that ye sang.
3rd Shepherd. I trow the shrew can paint, the devil might him hang!
Mac. I shall make complaint, and make you all to thwang.[115]
At a word,
And tell even how ye doth.
1st Shepherd. But, Mac, is that sooth?
Now take out that southern tooth,
And set in a tord.
2nd Shepherd. Mac, the devil in your ee,[116] a stroke would I lend you.
3rd Shepherd. Mac, know ye not me? By God, I could tell you.