Mac. If I trespass eft, gird off my head.
With you will I be left.
1st Shepherd. Sirs, do my red
For this trespass,
We will neither ban nor flyte[185]
Fight, nor chyte,[186]
But seize him tight,
And cast him in canvas.
[They toss Mac for his sins.
1st Shepherd (as the three return to the fold). Lord, how I am sore, in point for to tryst:
In faith I may no more, therefore will I rest.
2nd Shepherd. As a sheep of seven score, he weighed in my fist.
For to sleep anywhere, methink that I list.
3rd Shepherd. Now I pray you,
Lie down on this green.
1st Shepherd. On these thefts yet I mean.
3rd Shepherd. Whereto should ye tene?[187]
Do as I say you.
[Enter an Angel above, who sings "Gloria in Excelsis," then says: