3rd Shepherd. Go forth, ill might thou chefe,[144] now would I we sought,
This morn,
That we had all our store.
1st Shepherd. But I will go before,
Let us meet.
2nd Shepherd. Whor?[145]
3rd Shepherd. At the crooked thorn.
Mac (at his own door again). Undo this door! who is here? How long shall I stand?
Wife. Who makes such a stir?--Now walk in the wenyand.[146]
Mac. Ah, Gill, what cheer?--It is I, Mac, your husband.
His Wife. Then may we be here,--the devil in a band,
Sir Gile.
Lo, he commys[147] with a lot,
As he were holden in the throat.
I may not sit, work or not
A hand long while.
Mac. Will ye hear what fare she makes--to get her a glose,[148]
And do naught but lakes[149]--and close her toes.
Wife. Why, who wanders, who wakes,--who comes, who goes?
Who brews, who bakes? Who makes for me this hose?
And then
It is ruth to behold,
Now in hot, now in cold,
Full woful is the household
That wants a woman.
But what end hast thou made with the herds, Mac?