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,