Mac. The last word that they said,--when I turned my back,
They would look that they had--their sheep all the pack.
I hope they will not be well paid,--when they their sheep lack.
Perdie!
But howso the game goes,
To me they will suppose,
And make a foul noise,
And cry out upon me.
But thou must do as thou hight,
Wife. I accord me thertylle.[150]
I shall swaddle him right in my cradle.
If it were a greater slight, yet could I help till.
I will lie down straight. Come hap me.
Mac. I will.
Wife. Behind,
Come Coll and his marrow,
They will nip us full narrow.
Mac. But I may cry out "Harro!"[151]
The sheep if they find.
Wife. Hearken aye when they call: they will come anon.
Come and make ready all, and sing by thine own,
Sing "Lullay!" thou shall, for I must groan,
And cry out by the wall on Mary and John,
For sore.
Sing "Lullay" full fast
When thou hears at the last;
And but I play a false cast
Trust me no more.
[Re-enter the Three Shepherds.]
3rd Shepherd. Ah, Coll! good morn:--why sleepest thou not?
1st Shepherd. Alas, that ever was I born!--we have a foul blot.
A fat wether have we lorne.[152]
3rd Shepherd. Marry, Godys forbot![153]