1st Shepherd (aside). Hark now, a lee![173]
Mac. So God them thank,
Parkin, and Gibbon Waller, I say,
And gentle John Horne, in good fay,[174]
He made all the garray,[175]
With the great shank.
2nd Shepherd. Mac, friends will we be, for we are all one.
Mac. Why! now I hold for me, for help get I none.
Farewell all three: all glad were ye gone.
3rd Shepherd. Fair words may there be, but love there is none.
1st Shepherd. Gave ye the child anything?
2nd Shepherd. I trust not one farthing.
3rd Shepherd. Fast again will I fling,
Abide ye me there. [He returns to Mac's cot.
Mac, take it to no grief, if I come to thy barn.
Mac. Nay, thou dost me great reprieve, and foul hast thou farne.[176]
3rd Shepherd. The child will it not grieve, that little day starn.[177]
Mac, with your leave, let me give your bairn,
But sixpence.