Mac. Peace bid I: what! let be your fare;
I am he that him gat, and yond woman him bare.
1st Shepherd. What devil shall he halt?[180] Mac, lo, God makes air.
2nd Shepherd. Let be all that. Now God give him care!
I sagh.[181]
Wife. A pretty child is he,
As sits upon a woman's knee;
A dylly-downe, perdie!
To make a man laugh.
3rd Shepherd. I know him by the ear mark:--that is a good token.
Mac. I tell you, sirs, hark:--his nose was broken.
Since then, told me a clerk,--that he was forespoken.[182]
1st Shepherd. This is a false work.--I would fain be wroken:[183]
Get a weapon!
Wife. He was taken by an elf;[184]
I saw it myself.
When the clock struck twelve,
Was he mis-shapen.
2nd Shepherd. Ye two are right deft,--same in a stead.
3rd Shepherd. Since they maintain their theft,--let's do them to dead.