Thou basely dost begin.
Nay, that is nothing, said the shephèrd,
Either yield to me the daie,
Or I will bang thy back and sides,
Before thou goest thy way.
What ! dost thou think, thou proud fellow,
That thou canst conquer me ?
Nay, thou shalt know, before thou go,
Ile fight before ile flee. {208}
Again the shepherd laid on him,