{"id":373,"date":"2015-07-14T22:53:39","date_gmt":"2015-07-14T22:53:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.candelalearning.com\/americanlit1x22x1\/?post_type=chapter&#038;p=373"},"modified":"2019-10-09T16:44:32","modified_gmt":"2019-10-09T16:44:32","slug":"the-wakefield-second-shepherds-play","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/epcc-britlit1\/chapter\/the-wakefield-second-shepherds-play\/","title":{"raw":"The Second Shepherds' Play:  Complaints","rendered":"The Second Shepherds&#8217; Play:  Complaints"},"content":{"raw":"<h3>CHARACTERS<\/h3>\r\n<ul class=\"charlist\">\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">1st Shepherd -- Coll<\/span><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">2nd Shepherd -- Gib<\/span><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">3rd Shepherd -- Daw<\/span><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">Mac<\/span>, <i>the Sheep-stealer<\/i><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">Mac's Wife, Gill<\/span><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">Mary<\/span><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">The Child Christ<\/span><\/li>\r\n \t<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">An Angel<\/span><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Lord!\u00a0 these weathers are cold, and I am ill wrapped;\r\nI am numb of hand,<span style=\"font-size: 13.3333330154419px;line-height: 20px\">\u00a0<\/span>so long have I napped;\r\nMy legs bend and fold, my fingers are chapped,\r\nIt is not as I would, for I am all lapped\r\nIn sorrow.\r\nIn storms and tempest,\r\nNow in the east, now in the west,\r\nWoe is him has never rest,\r\nMid day nor morrow.\r\nBut we simple shepherds, that walk upon the moor,\r\nIn faith, we are near hands out of the door;\r\nNo wonder, as it stands, if we be poor,\r\nFor the tilth of our lands lies fallow as the floor,\r\nWe are so lamed,\r\nSo taxed and shamed,\r\nWe are made hand-tamed,\r\nWith these gentry-men.\r\nThus they rob us of rest, Our Lady them wary,\r\nThese men that are connected to a lord cause the plough to tarry.\r\nThat men say is for the best, we find it contrary,\r\nThus are husbandmen<span style=\"font-size: 13.3333330154419px;line-height: 20px\">\u00a0<\/span>oppressed, in point to miscarry,\r\nIn life.\r\nThus hold they us under,\r\nThus bring us blunder,\r\nIt were great wonder,\r\nAnd ever should we thrive.\r\nFor may he get a painted sleeve or a brooch nowadays,\r\nWoe is he that shall grieve, or say nay,\r\nDare no man him reprieve, what mastery he has,\r\nAnd yet may none believe one word that he says--\r\nNo letter.\r\nHe can make purveyance,\r\nWith boast and bragging\r\nAnd all through maintenance,\r\nOf men that are greater.\r\nThere shall come a swain, as proud as a peacock\r\nHe must borrow my wagon, my plough also,\r\nThen I am full fain to grant ere he go.\r\nThus live we in pain, anger, and woe,\r\nBy night and day;\r\nHe must have it if he wants it\r\nIf I should forego it,\r\nI were better be hanged\r\nThan once say him nay.\r\nIt does me good, as I walk thus by mine own,\r\nOf this world for to talk in manner of moan\r\nTo my sheep will I stalk and hearken anon\r\nThere abide on a wall, or sit on a stone\r\nFull soon.\r\nFor I trow, pardie!\r\nTrue men if they be,\r\nWe get more company\r\nEre it be noon.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> \"Beniste\"and \"Dominus!\" what may this mean?\r\nWhy fares this world so? Such have we not seen.\r\nLord, these weathers are spiteful and the weather full keen;\r\nAnd the frosts so hideous they water mine eyes,\r\nNo lie.\r\nNow in dry, now in wet,\r\nNow in snow, now in sleet,\r\nWhen my shoes freeze to my feet\r\nIt is not all easy.\r\nBut as far as I see, or yet as I go,\r\nWe silly wedded men endure much woe\r\nWe have sorrow then and then, it falls often so,\r\nSilly Copple, our hen, both to and fro\r\nShe cackles,\r\nBut begin she to croak,\r\nTo groan or to cluck,\r\nWoe is our cock,\r\nFor he is in the shackles.\r\nThese men that are wed, have not all their will,\r\nWhen they are full hard beset, they sigh full still;\r\nGod knows they are led full hard and full ill,\r\nIn bower nor in bed they say not their will\r\nThis tide.\r\nMy part have I found,\r\nMy lesson is learned,\r\nWoe is him that is bound,\r\nFor he must abide.\r\nBut now late in our lives, a marvel to me,\r\nThat I think my heart is riven asunder such wonders to see,\r\nWhat that destiny drives it should so be,\r\nSome men will have two wives, and some men three,\r\nIn store.\r\nSome are woe that have any;\r\nBut so far as I know,\r\nWoe is he who has many,\r\nFor he feels sore.\r\nBut young men of wooing, for God that you bought,\r\nBe well ware of wedding, and think in your thought\r\n\"Had I known\" is a thing it serves ye of nought;\r\nMuch mourning has wedding home brought,\r\nAnd griefs,\r\nWith many a sharp shower,\r\nFor thou may catch in an hour\r\nThat shall serve thee full sour\r\nAs long as thou lives.\r\nFor as ever I read epistle, I have one such mate,\r\nAs sharp as a thistle, as rough as a briar\r\nShe is browed like a bristle with a sour lenten cheer;\r\nHad she once wet her whistle she could sing full clear\r\nHer pater-noster.\r\nShe is as great as a whale,\r\nShe has a gallon of gall;\r\nBy him that died for us all!\r\nI would I had run till I lost her.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> God look over the row, full deafly ye stand.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Yea, the devil in thy maw\u00a0 for tarrying,\r\nSaw thou aught now of Daw?\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Yea, on a lea land\r\nHeard I him blow, he comes here at hand,\r\nNot far;\r\nStand still.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Why?\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> For he comes here, hope I.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> He will make us both a lie,\r\nUnless we beware.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Christ's cross me speed, and Saint Nicholas!\r\nThereof had I need, it is worse than it was.\r\nWhoso can take heed, and let the world pass,\r\nIt is ever in dread and brittle as glass,\r\nAnd slithers,\r\nThis world fared never so,\r\nWith marvels more and more,\r\nNow in weal, now in woe\r\nAnd everything changes.\r\nWas never since Noah's flood such floods seen,\r\nWinds and rains so rude, and storms so keen,\r\nSome stammered, some stood in doubt, as I ween,\r\nNow God turn all to good, I say as I mean,\r\nFor ponder.\r\nThese floods so they drown\r\nBoth in fields and in town,\r\nThey bear all down,\r\nAnd that is a wonder.\r\nWe that walk in the nights, our cattle to keep,\r\nWe see sudden sights, when other men sleep:\r\nYet methinks my heart lights, I see shrews peep,\r\nYe are two, tall wights, I will give my sheep\r\nA turn.\r\nBut full ill have I meant,\r\nAs I walk on this bent,\r\nI may lightly repent,\r\nIf I stub a toe.\r\nAh, sir, God save you, and master mine!\r\nA drink fain would I have and somewhat to dine.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Christ's curse, my knave, thou art a lazy hind\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> What, the boy is out of his mind.\r\n\r\nAbide till it's ready.\r\nBad luck on your pate!\r\nThough the shrew came late\r\nYet is he in state\r\nTo dine if he had it.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Such servants as I, that sweats and swinks,\r\nEats our bread full dry, and that makes me angry;\r\nWe are oft wet and weary when master men wink,\r\nYet comes full lately both dinners and drinks,\r\nBut neatly.\r\nBoth our dame and our sire,\r\nWhen we have run in the mire,\r\nThey can nip at our hire,\r\n\r\nAnd pay us full late.\r\nBut hear my truth, master, for the fare that ye make\r\nI shall do thereafter work, as I take;\r\nI shall do a little, sir, and strive and still lack,\r\nFor yet lay my supper never weighs on my stomach\r\nIn fields.\r\nWhereto should I argue?\r\nWith my staff can I leap,\r\nAnd men say \"A cheap bargain yields badly.'\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Thou would be an ill lad, to ride on wooing\r\nWith a man that had but little of spending.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Peace, boy!\u00a0 I bade: no more jangling,\r\nOr I shall make thee afraid, by the heaven's king!\r\nWith thy tricks;\r\nWhere are our sheep, boy, no more tricks?\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Sir, this same day at morn,\r\nI them left in the corn,\r\nWhen they rang Lauds;\r\nThey have pasture good, they cannot go wrong.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> That is right by the rood, these nights are long,\r\nYet I would ere we went, one gave us a song.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> So I thought as I stood, to mirth us among.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> I grant.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Let me sing the tenory.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> And I the treble so high.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Then the mean falls to me;\r\nLet see how ye chant.\r\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>Mac enters, with a cloak thrown over his smock.]<\/i><\/p>\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Now, Lord, for thy names seven, that made both moon and stars\r\nWell more than I can count: thy will, Lord, is at odds;\r\nI am all uneven, that moves oft my thoughts.\r\nNow would God I were in heaven, for there weep no bairns.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Who is that pipes so poor?\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Would God ye knew how I fare!\r\nLo, a man that walks on the moor,\r\nAnd has not all his will.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Mac, where hast thou gone? Tell us tidings.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Is he come? Then each one take heed to his things.\r\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>Takes his cloak from him.]<\/i><\/p>\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> What, I am a yeoman, I tell you, of the king;\r\nThe self and the same, sent from a great lording,\r\nAnd such\r\nFie on you, get thee hence,\r\nOut of my presence,\r\nI must have reverence,\r\nWhy, who be ich?\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Why make ye it so quaint? Mac, ye do wrong.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> But, Mac, list, ye saint? I trow that ye sang.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> I trow the shrew can paint, the devil might him hang!\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> I shall make a complaint and have you all flogged\r\nAt a word,\r\nAnd tell even how ye doth.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> But, Mac, is that sooth?\r\nNow take out that southern tooth,\r\nAnd set it in a turd.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Mac, the devil in your eye, a stroke would I give you.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Mac, know ye not me? By God, I could\u00a0vex you.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> God look you all three, methought I had seen you.\r\nYe are a fair company.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Can ye now moan you?\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Shrew, beware,\r\nThus late as thou goes,\r\nWhat will men suppose?\r\nAnd thou hast an ill repute\r\nOf stealing of sheep.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> And I am true as steel all men know,\r\nBut a sickness I feel, that holds me full hot\r\n\r\nMy belly fares not well, it is out of its state.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Seldom lies the devil dead by the gate.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Therefore\r\nFull sore am I and ill,\r\nIf I stand stock still;\r\nI eat not a bite\r\nThis month and more.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> How fares thy wife? By my hood, how fares she?\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Lies resting! by the rood! by the fire, lo!\r\nAnd a house full of children; she drinks well too,\r\nIll speed other good that she will do;\r\nBut so\r\nEats as fast as she can,\r\nAnd each year that comes to man,\r\nShe brings forth a child\r\nAnd some years two.\r\nBut were I not more gracious, and richer by far,\r\nI were eaten out of house and home,\r\nYet is she a foul sweetie, if ye come near.\r\nThere is none that trows, nor knows, a worse\r\nThan ken I.\r\nNow will ye see what I proffer,\r\nTo give all in my coffer\r\nTo-morrow next to offer,\r\nA mass for the repose of her soul.\r\n\r\n<em>2<\/em><i>nd Shepherd.<\/i> I am so sleepy from waking up early,\r\nThere is none in this shire:\r\nI would sleep even if I get less to my hire.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> I am cold and naked, and would have a fire.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> I am weary from walking and running in the mire.\r\nYou keep the watch!\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Nay, I will lie down,\r\nFor I must sleep truly.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> As good a man's son was I\r\nAs any of you.\r\nBut, Mac, come hither, between us shalt thou lie.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Then might I be in your way if you have something to say,--\r\nWouldn't I?\r\n\r\n<em>[He lies down and prays.]<\/em>\r\nFrom my head to my toe\r\nManus tuas commendo,\r\nPontio Pilato.\r\nChrist's cross me speed.\r\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>He rises, sees the shepherds sleeping, and says:]<\/i><\/p>\r\nNow were time for a man, that lacks what he would have,\r\nTo stalk privily then into a fold,\r\nAnd nimbly to work\u00a0 and be not too bold,\r\nHe might have to pay the price, if it were told\r\nAt the ending.\r\nNow were time for to act quickly;\r\nBut he needs good counsel\r\nThat fain would fare well,\r\nAnd has but little spending.\r\n<p class=\"stagedir\">[<i>Mac works a spell on them.]<\/i><\/p>\r\nBut about you a circle, as round as a moon,\r\nTill I have done that I will, till that it be noon,\r\nThat ye lie stone-still, till that I have done,\r\nAnd I shall say therefore a few good words\r\nOn high;\r\nOver your heads my hand I lift,\r\nOut go your eyes, useless your sight,\r\nBut yet I must make better shift,\r\nTo make it be right.\r\nWhat, Lord? they sleep hard! that may ye all hear;\r\nWas I never a shepherd, but now will I learn.\r\nIf the flock be scared, yet shall I steal near.\r\nCome here sheep.\u00a0 Now mends our cheer,\r\nFrom sorrow:\r\nA fat sheep I dare say,\r\nA good fleece dare I lay,\r\nI'l repay when I may\r\nBut this will I borrow.\r\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>He steals a sheep and goes home.]<\/i><\/p>\r\n<i>Mac<\/i> (<i>at his own door<\/i>). How, Gill, art thou in? Get us some light.\r\n\r\n<i>His Wife.<\/i> Who makes such din this time of night?\r\nI am set for to spin: I don't think I'll\u00a0make a penny if I stop.\r\nI'll curse anyone who interrupts.\r\nSo fares\r\nA housewife who never gets ahead\r\nIn her work because she is always\r\nDistracted with other chores.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Good wife, open the door. See'st thou not what I bring?\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> I let thee draw the latch. Ah! come in, my sweeting.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Yea, thou dost not reck of my long standing.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> By thy naked neck, thou art like for to hang.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Go away:\r\nI am worthy of my meat,\r\nFor in a strait can I get\r\nMore than they that swink and sweat\r\nAll the long day,\r\nThus it fell to my lot, Gill, I had such luck.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> It were a foul blot to be hanged for the deed.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> I have escaped, Jelott, oft as hard a case.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> \"But so long goes the pot to the water,\" men say,\r\n\"At last comes it home broken.\"\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Well know I the token,\r\nBut let it never be spoken;\r\nBut come and help fast.\r\nI would he were flayed.\u00a0 I would like to eat:\r\nThis twelvemonth I have not enjoyed some sheep-meat.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> Come they ere he be slain, and hear the sheep bleat?\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Then might I be taken: that were a cold sweat.\r\nGo bar\r\nThe gate door.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> Yes, Mac,\r\nFor and they come at thy back.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Then might I pay for all the pack:\r\n\r\nThe devil of them give warning.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> A good trick have I spied, since thou hath none:\r\nHere shall we him hide, till they be gone;\r\nIn my cradle abide. Let me alone,\r\nAnd I shall lie beside in childbed and groan.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i> Get ready.\r\nAnd I shall say thou wast delivered\r\nOf a\u00a0boy child this night.\r\n\r\n<i>Wife.<\/i> Now well is my day bright,\r\nThat ever I was bred.\r\nThis is a good guise and a far cast;\r\nYet a woman's advice helps at the last.\r\nI care never who spies: again go thou fast.\r\n\r\n<i>Mac.<\/i>\u00a0I'll be there before they rise;\r\nunless there blows a cold blast.\r\nI will go sleep.\r\n\r\n<span class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>Mac goes back to the field.]<\/i><\/span>\r\n\r\nYet sleeps\u00a0<span style=\"font-size: 1rem;text-align: initial\">all this company.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: 1rem;text-align: initial\">I shall go stalk privily,\r\nAs it had never been I\r\nThat carried their sheep.<\/span>\r\n\r\n<em>[Mak lies down among the shepherds; shortly after, the shepherds are waking.]<\/em>\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> <i>Resurrex a mortruus<\/i>: have hold my hand.\r\n<i>Judas carnas dominus<\/i>, I may not well stand:\r\nMy foot sleeps, by Jesus, and I am weak from fasting.\r\nI thought that we laid us full near England.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Ah ye!\r\nLord, how I have slept well.\r\nAs fresh as an eel,\r\nAs light I me feel\r\nAs leaf on a tree.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i>\u00a0God bless everyone here!\r\nSo my head quakes\r\nMy heart is out of skin, what so it makes.\r\nWho makes all this din? So my brow aches,\r\nTo the door will I win. Hark fellows, wakes!\r\nWe were four:\r\nSee ye anything of Mac now?\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> We were up ere thou.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Man, I give God a vow,\r\nHe didn't go anywhere.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Methought he was wrapped in a wolf's skin.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> So are many clad, now namely within.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> When we had long napped; methought with a gin\r\nA fat sheep he trapped, but he made no din.\r\n\r\n<i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Be still:\r\nThy dream makes thee wood.\r\nIt is but phantom, by the rood.\r\n\r\n<i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Now God turn all to good,\r\nIf it be his will.\r\n\r\n<i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Rise, Mac, for shame! thou ly'st right long.\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.gutenberg.org\/\">www.gutenberg.org<\/a>.","rendered":"<h3>CHARACTERS<\/h3>\n<ul class=\"charlist\">\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">1st Shepherd &#8212; Coll<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">2nd Shepherd &#8212; Gib<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">3rd Shepherd &#8212; Daw<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">Mac<\/span>, <i>the Sheep-stealer<\/i><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">Mac&#8217;s Wife, Gill<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">Mary<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">The Child Christ<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"smallcaps\">An Angel<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Lord!\u00a0 these weathers are cold, and I am ill wrapped;<br \/>\nI am numb of hand,<span style=\"font-size: 13.3333330154419px;line-height: 20px\">\u00a0<\/span>so long have I napped;<br \/>\nMy legs bend and fold, my fingers are chapped,<br \/>\nIt is not as I would, for I am all lapped<br \/>\nIn sorrow.<br \/>\nIn storms and tempest,<br \/>\nNow in the east, now in the west,<br \/>\nWoe is him has never rest,<br \/>\nMid day nor morrow.<br \/>\nBut we simple shepherds, that walk upon the moor,<br \/>\nIn faith, we are near hands out of the door;<br \/>\nNo wonder, as it stands, if we be poor,<br \/>\nFor the tilth of our lands lies fallow as the floor,<br \/>\nWe are so lamed,<br \/>\nSo taxed and shamed,<br \/>\nWe are made hand-tamed,<br \/>\nWith these gentry-men.<br \/>\nThus they rob us of rest, Our Lady them wary,<br \/>\nThese men that are connected to a lord cause the plough to tarry.<br \/>\nThat men say is for the best, we find it contrary,<br \/>\nThus are husbandmen<span style=\"font-size: 13.3333330154419px;line-height: 20px\">\u00a0<\/span>oppressed, in point to miscarry,<br \/>\nIn life.<br \/>\nThus hold they us under,<br \/>\nThus bring us blunder,<br \/>\nIt were great wonder,<br \/>\nAnd ever should we thrive.<br \/>\nFor may he get a painted sleeve or a brooch nowadays,<br \/>\nWoe is he that shall grieve, or say nay,<br \/>\nDare no man him reprieve, what mastery he has,<br \/>\nAnd yet may none believe one word that he says&#8211;<br \/>\nNo letter.<br \/>\nHe can make purveyance,<br \/>\nWith boast and bragging<br \/>\nAnd all through maintenance,<br \/>\nOf men that are greater.<br \/>\nThere shall come a swain, as proud as a peacock<br \/>\nHe must borrow my wagon, my plough also,<br \/>\nThen I am full fain to grant ere he go.<br \/>\nThus live we in pain, anger, and woe,<br \/>\nBy night and day;<br \/>\nHe must have it if he wants it<br \/>\nIf I should forego it,<br \/>\nI were better be hanged<br \/>\nThan once say him nay.<br \/>\nIt does me good, as I walk thus by mine own,<br \/>\nOf this world for to talk in manner of moan<br \/>\nTo my sheep will I stalk and hearken anon<br \/>\nThere abide on a wall, or sit on a stone<br \/>\nFull soon.<br \/>\nFor I trow, pardie!<br \/>\nTrue men if they be,<br \/>\nWe get more company<br \/>\nEre it be noon.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> &#8220;Beniste&#8221;and &#8220;Dominus!&#8221; what may this mean?<br \/>\nWhy fares this world so? Such have we not seen.<br \/>\nLord, these weathers are spiteful and the weather full keen;<br \/>\nAnd the frosts so hideous they water mine eyes,<br \/>\nNo lie.<br \/>\nNow in dry, now in wet,<br \/>\nNow in snow, now in sleet,<br \/>\nWhen my shoes freeze to my feet<br \/>\nIt is not all easy.<br \/>\nBut as far as I see, or yet as I go,<br \/>\nWe silly wedded men endure much woe<br \/>\nWe have sorrow then and then, it falls often so,<br \/>\nSilly Copple, our hen, both to and fro<br \/>\nShe cackles,<br \/>\nBut begin she to croak,<br \/>\nTo groan or to cluck,<br \/>\nWoe is our cock,<br \/>\nFor he is in the shackles.<br \/>\nThese men that are wed, have not all their will,<br \/>\nWhen they are full hard beset, they sigh full still;<br \/>\nGod knows they are led full hard and full ill,<br \/>\nIn bower nor in bed they say not their will<br \/>\nThis tide.<br \/>\nMy part have I found,<br \/>\nMy lesson is learned,<br \/>\nWoe is him that is bound,<br \/>\nFor he must abide.<br \/>\nBut now late in our lives, a marvel to me,<br \/>\nThat I think my heart is riven asunder such wonders to see,<br \/>\nWhat that destiny drives it should so be,<br \/>\nSome men will have two wives, and some men three,<br \/>\nIn store.<br \/>\nSome are woe that have any;<br \/>\nBut so far as I know,<br \/>\nWoe is he who has many,<br \/>\nFor he feels sore.<br \/>\nBut young men of wooing, for God that you bought,<br \/>\nBe well ware of wedding, and think in your thought<br \/>\n&#8220;Had I known&#8221; is a thing it serves ye of nought;<br \/>\nMuch mourning has wedding home brought,<br \/>\nAnd griefs,<br \/>\nWith many a sharp shower,<br \/>\nFor thou may catch in an hour<br \/>\nThat shall serve thee full sour<br \/>\nAs long as thou lives.<br \/>\nFor as ever I read epistle, I have one such mate,<br \/>\nAs sharp as a thistle, as rough as a briar<br \/>\nShe is browed like a bristle with a sour lenten cheer;<br \/>\nHad she once wet her whistle she could sing full clear<br \/>\nHer pater-noster.<br \/>\nShe is as great as a whale,<br \/>\nShe has a gallon of gall;<br \/>\nBy him that died for us all!<br \/>\nI would I had run till I lost her.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> God look over the row, full deafly ye stand.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Yea, the devil in thy maw\u00a0 for tarrying,<br \/>\nSaw thou aught now of Daw?<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Yea, on a lea land<br \/>\nHeard I him blow, he comes here at hand,<br \/>\nNot far;<br \/>\nStand still.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Why?<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> For he comes here, hope I.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> He will make us both a lie,<br \/>\nUnless we beware.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Christ&#8217;s cross me speed, and Saint Nicholas!<br \/>\nThereof had I need, it is worse than it was.<br \/>\nWhoso can take heed, and let the world pass,<br \/>\nIt is ever in dread and brittle as glass,<br \/>\nAnd slithers,<br \/>\nThis world fared never so,<br \/>\nWith marvels more and more,<br \/>\nNow in weal, now in woe<br \/>\nAnd everything changes.<br \/>\nWas never since Noah&#8217;s flood such floods seen,<br \/>\nWinds and rains so rude, and storms so keen,<br \/>\nSome stammered, some stood in doubt, as I ween,<br \/>\nNow God turn all to good, I say as I mean,<br \/>\nFor ponder.<br \/>\nThese floods so they drown<br \/>\nBoth in fields and in town,<br \/>\nThey bear all down,<br \/>\nAnd that is a wonder.<br \/>\nWe that walk in the nights, our cattle to keep,<br \/>\nWe see sudden sights, when other men sleep:<br \/>\nYet methinks my heart lights, I see shrews peep,<br \/>\nYe are two, tall wights, I will give my sheep<br \/>\nA turn.<br \/>\nBut full ill have I meant,<br \/>\nAs I walk on this bent,<br \/>\nI may lightly repent,<br \/>\nIf I stub a toe.<br \/>\nAh, sir, God save you, and master mine!<br \/>\nA drink fain would I have and somewhat to dine.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Christ&#8217;s curse, my knave, thou art a lazy hind<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> What, the boy is out of his mind.<\/p>\n<p>Abide till it&#8217;s ready.<br \/>\nBad luck on your pate!<br \/>\nThough the shrew came late<br \/>\nYet is he in state<br \/>\nTo dine if he had it.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Such servants as I, that sweats and swinks,<br \/>\nEats our bread full dry, and that makes me angry;<br \/>\nWe are oft wet and weary when master men wink,<br \/>\nYet comes full lately both dinners and drinks,<br \/>\nBut neatly.<br \/>\nBoth our dame and our sire,<br \/>\nWhen we have run in the mire,<br \/>\nThey can nip at our hire,<\/p>\n<p>And pay us full late.<br \/>\nBut hear my truth, master, for the fare that ye make<br \/>\nI shall do thereafter work, as I take;<br \/>\nI shall do a little, sir, and strive and still lack,<br \/>\nFor yet lay my supper never weighs on my stomach<br \/>\nIn fields.<br \/>\nWhereto should I argue?<br \/>\nWith my staff can I leap,<br \/>\nAnd men say &#8220;A cheap bargain yields badly.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Thou would be an ill lad, to ride on wooing<br \/>\nWith a man that had but little of spending.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Peace, boy!\u00a0 I bade: no more jangling,<br \/>\nOr I shall make thee afraid, by the heaven&#8217;s king!<br \/>\nWith thy tricks;<br \/>\nWhere are our sheep, boy, no more tricks?<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Sir, this same day at morn,<br \/>\nI them left in the corn,<br \/>\nWhen they rang Lauds;<br \/>\nThey have pasture good, they cannot go wrong.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> That is right by the rood, these nights are long,<br \/>\nYet I would ere we went, one gave us a song.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> So I thought as I stood, to mirth us among.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> I grant.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Let me sing the tenory.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> And I the treble so high.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Then the mean falls to me;<br \/>\nLet see how ye chant.<\/p>\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>Mac enters, with a cloak thrown over his smock.]<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Now, Lord, for thy names seven, that made both moon and stars<br \/>\nWell more than I can count: thy will, Lord, is at odds;<br \/>\nI am all uneven, that moves oft my thoughts.<br \/>\nNow would God I were in heaven, for there weep no bairns.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Who is that pipes so poor?<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Would God ye knew how I fare!<br \/>\nLo, a man that walks on the moor,<br \/>\nAnd has not all his will.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Mac, where hast thou gone? Tell us tidings.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Is he come? Then each one take heed to his things.<\/p>\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>Takes his cloak from him.]<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> What, I am a yeoman, I tell you, of the king;<br \/>\nThe self and the same, sent from a great lording,<br \/>\nAnd such<br \/>\nFie on you, get thee hence,<br \/>\nOut of my presence,<br \/>\nI must have reverence,<br \/>\nWhy, who be ich?<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Why make ye it so quaint? Mac, ye do wrong.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> But, Mac, list, ye saint? I trow that ye sang.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> I trow the shrew can paint, the devil might him hang!<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> I shall make a complaint and have you all flogged<br \/>\nAt a word,<br \/>\nAnd tell even how ye doth.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> But, Mac, is that sooth?<br \/>\nNow take out that southern tooth,<br \/>\nAnd set it in a turd.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Mac, the devil in your eye, a stroke would I give you.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Mac, know ye not me? By God, I could\u00a0vex you.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> God look you all three, methought I had seen you.<br \/>\nYe are a fair company.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Can ye now moan you?<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Shrew, beware,<br \/>\nThus late as thou goes,<br \/>\nWhat will men suppose?<br \/>\nAnd thou hast an ill repute<br \/>\nOf stealing of sheep.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> And I am true as steel all men know,<br \/>\nBut a sickness I feel, that holds me full hot<\/p>\n<p>My belly fares not well, it is out of its state.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Seldom lies the devil dead by the gate.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Therefore<br \/>\nFull sore am I and ill,<br \/>\nIf I stand stock still;<br \/>\nI eat not a bite<br \/>\nThis month and more.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> How fares thy wife? By my hood, how fares she?<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Lies resting! by the rood! by the fire, lo!<br \/>\nAnd a house full of children; she drinks well too,<br \/>\nIll speed other good that she will do;<br \/>\nBut so<br \/>\nEats as fast as she can,<br \/>\nAnd each year that comes to man,<br \/>\nShe brings forth a child<br \/>\nAnd some years two.<br \/>\nBut were I not more gracious, and richer by far,<br \/>\nI were eaten out of house and home,<br \/>\nYet is she a foul sweetie, if ye come near.<br \/>\nThere is none that trows, nor knows, a worse<br \/>\nThan ken I.<br \/>\nNow will ye see what I proffer,<br \/>\nTo give all in my coffer<br \/>\nTo-morrow next to offer,<br \/>\nA mass for the repose of her soul.<\/p>\n<p><em>2<\/em><i>nd Shepherd.<\/i> I am so sleepy from waking up early,<br \/>\nThere is none in this shire:<br \/>\nI would sleep even if I get less to my hire.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> I am cold and naked, and would have a fire.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> I am weary from walking and running in the mire.<br \/>\nYou keep the watch!<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Nay, I will lie down,<br \/>\nFor I must sleep truly.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> As good a man&#8217;s son was I<br \/>\nAs any of you.<br \/>\nBut, Mac, come hither, between us shalt thou lie.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Then might I be in your way if you have something to say,&#8211;<br \/>\nWouldn&#8217;t I?<\/p>\n<p><em>[He lies down and prays.]<\/em><br \/>\nFrom my head to my toe<br \/>\nManus tuas commendo,<br \/>\nPontio Pilato.<br \/>\nChrist&#8217;s cross me speed.<\/p>\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>He rises, sees the shepherds sleeping, and says:]<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Now were time for a man, that lacks what he would have,<br \/>\nTo stalk privily then into a fold,<br \/>\nAnd nimbly to work\u00a0 and be not too bold,<br \/>\nHe might have to pay the price, if it were told<br \/>\nAt the ending.<br \/>\nNow were time for to act quickly;<br \/>\nBut he needs good counsel<br \/>\nThat fain would fare well,<br \/>\nAnd has but little spending.<\/p>\n<p class=\"stagedir\">[<i>Mac works a spell on them.]<\/i><\/p>\n<p>But about you a circle, as round as a moon,<br \/>\nTill I have done that I will, till that it be noon,<br \/>\nThat ye lie stone-still, till that I have done,<br \/>\nAnd I shall say therefore a few good words<br \/>\nOn high;<br \/>\nOver your heads my hand I lift,<br \/>\nOut go your eyes, useless your sight,<br \/>\nBut yet I must make better shift,<br \/>\nTo make it be right.<br \/>\nWhat, Lord? they sleep hard! that may ye all hear;<br \/>\nWas I never a shepherd, but now will I learn.<br \/>\nIf the flock be scared, yet shall I steal near.<br \/>\nCome here sheep.\u00a0 Now mends our cheer,<br \/>\nFrom sorrow:<br \/>\nA fat sheep I dare say,<br \/>\nA good fleece dare I lay,<br \/>\nI&#8217;l repay when I may<br \/>\nBut this will I borrow.<\/p>\n<p class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>He steals a sheep and goes home.]<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Mac<\/i> (<i>at his own door<\/i>). How, Gill, art thou in? Get us some light.<\/p>\n<p><i>His Wife.<\/i> Who makes such din this time of night?<br \/>\nI am set for to spin: I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll\u00a0make a penny if I stop.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll curse anyone who interrupts.<br \/>\nSo fares<br \/>\nA housewife who never gets ahead<br \/>\nIn her work because she is always<br \/>\nDistracted with other chores.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Good wife, open the door. See&#8217;st thou not what I bring?<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> I let thee draw the latch. Ah! come in, my sweeting.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Yea, thou dost not reck of my long standing.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> By thy naked neck, thou art like for to hang.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Go away:<br \/>\nI am worthy of my meat,<br \/>\nFor in a strait can I get<br \/>\nMore than they that swink and sweat<br \/>\nAll the long day,<br \/>\nThus it fell to my lot, Gill, I had such luck.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> It were a foul blot to be hanged for the deed.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> I have escaped, Jelott, oft as hard a case.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> &#8220;But so long goes the pot to the water,&#8221; men say,<br \/>\n&#8220;At last comes it home broken.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Well know I the token,<br \/>\nBut let it never be spoken;<br \/>\nBut come and help fast.<br \/>\nI would he were flayed.\u00a0 I would like to eat:<br \/>\nThis twelvemonth I have not enjoyed some sheep-meat.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> Come they ere he be slain, and hear the sheep bleat?<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Then might I be taken: that were a cold sweat.<br \/>\nGo bar<br \/>\nThe gate door.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> Yes, Mac,<br \/>\nFor and they come at thy back.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Then might I pay for all the pack:<\/p>\n<p>The devil of them give warning.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> A good trick have I spied, since thou hath none:<br \/>\nHere shall we him hide, till they be gone;<br \/>\nIn my cradle abide. Let me alone,<br \/>\nAnd I shall lie beside in childbed and groan.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i> Get ready.<br \/>\nAnd I shall say thou wast delivered<br \/>\nOf a\u00a0boy child this night.<\/p>\n<p><i>Wife.<\/i> Now well is my day bright,<br \/>\nThat ever I was bred.<br \/>\nThis is a good guise and a far cast;<br \/>\nYet a woman&#8217;s advice helps at the last.<br \/>\nI care never who spies: again go thou fast.<\/p>\n<p><i>Mac.<\/i>\u00a0I&#8217;ll be there before they rise;<br \/>\nunless there blows a cold blast.<br \/>\nI will go sleep.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"stagedir\"><em>[<\/em><i>Mac goes back to the field.]<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Yet sleeps\u00a0<span style=\"font-size: 1rem;text-align: initial\">all this company.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 1rem;text-align: initial\">I shall go stalk privily,<br \/>\nAs it had never been I<br \/>\nThat carried their sheep.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>[Mak lies down among the shepherds; shortly after, the shepherds are waking.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> <i>Resurrex a mortruus<\/i>: have hold my hand.<br \/>\n<i>Judas carnas dominus<\/i>, I may not well stand:<br \/>\nMy foot sleeps, by Jesus, and I am weak from fasting.<br \/>\nI thought that we laid us full near England.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Ah ye!<br \/>\nLord, how I have slept well.<br \/>\nAs fresh as an eel,<br \/>\nAs light I me feel<br \/>\nAs leaf on a tree.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i>\u00a0God bless everyone here!<br \/>\nSo my head quakes<br \/>\nMy heart is out of skin, what so it makes.<br \/>\nWho makes all this din? So my brow aches,<br \/>\nTo the door will I win. Hark fellows, wakes!<br \/>\nWe were four:<br \/>\nSee ye anything of Mac now?<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> We were up ere thou.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Man, I give God a vow,<br \/>\nHe didn&#8217;t go anywhere.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Methought he was wrapped in a wolf&#8217;s skin.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> So are many clad, now namely within.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> When we had long napped; methought with a gin<br \/>\nA fat sheep he trapped, but he made no din.<\/p>\n<p><i>3rd Shepherd.<\/i> Be still:<br \/>\nThy dream makes thee wood.<br \/>\nIt is but phantom, by the rood.<\/p>\n<p><i>1st Shepherd.<\/i> Now God turn all to good,<br \/>\nIf it be his will.<\/p>\n<p><i>2nd Shepherd.<\/i> Rise, Mac, for shame! thou ly&#8217;st right long.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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