Mac. Nay, go 'way: he sleepys.
3rd Shepherd. Methink he peepys.
Mac. When he wakens he weepys.
I pray you go hence.
3rd Shepherd. Give me leave him to kiss, and lift up the clout.
What the devil is this? He has a long snout.
1st Shepherd. He is marked amiss. We wait ill about.
2nd Shepherd. Ill spun weft, I wis, aye cometh foul out;
Aye so;
He is like to our sheep.
3rd Shepherd. How, Gib, may I peep?
1st Shepherd. I trow, kind will creep,
Where it may not go.
2nd Shepherd. This was a quaint gaud,[178] and a far cast
It was a high fraud.
3rd Shepherd. Yea, sirs, was't.
Let burn this bawd and bind her fast.
A false skawd[179] hangs at the last;
So shall thou.
Will ye see how they swaddle
His four feet in the middle?
Saw I never in a cradle
A hornëd lad e'er now.