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    Eclogue III

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    MENALCAS--DAMOETAS--PALAEMON

    MENALCAS
    Who owns the flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?

    DAMOETAS
    Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
    Committed to my care.

    MENALCAS

    O every way
    Unhappy sheep, unhappy flock! while he
    Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
    Should fall on me, this hireling shepherd here
    Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
    Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.

    DAMOETAS
    Hold! not so ready with your jeers at men!
    We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
    The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

    MENALCAS
    Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
    Micon's young vines and trees with spiteful hook.

    DAMOETAS
    Or here by these old beeches, when you broke
    The bow and arrows of Damon; for you chafed
    When first you saw them given to the boy,
    Cross-grained Menalcas, ay, and had you not
    Done him some mischief, would have chafed to death.

    MENALCAS
    With thieves so daring, what can masters do?
    Did I not see you, rogue, in ambush lie
    For Damon's goat, while loud Lycisca barked?
    And when I cried, "Where is he off to now?
    Gather your flock together, Tityrus,"
    You hid behind the sedges.

    DAMOETAS

    Well, was he
    Whom I had conquered still to keep the goat.
    Which in the piping-match my pipe had won!
    You may not know it, but the goat was mine.

    MENALCAS
    You out-pipe him? when had you ever pipe
    Wax-welded? in the cross-ways used you not
    On grating straw some miserable tune
    To mangle?

    DAMOETAS

    Well, then, shall we try our skill
    Each against each in turn? Lest you be loth,
    I pledge this heifer; every day she comes
    Twice to the milking-pail, and feeds withal
    Two young ones at her udder: say you now
    What you will stake upon the match with me.

    MENALCAS
    Naught from the flock I'll venture, for at home
    I have a father and a step-dame harsh,
    And twice a day both reckon up the flock,
    And one withal the kids. But I will stake,
    Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
    Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups
    By the divine art of Alcimedon
    Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
    Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
    Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.
    Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
    And one- how call you him, who with his wand
    Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
    That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
    Might know their several seasons? Nor as yet
    Have I set lip to them, but lay them by.

    DAMOETAS
    For me too wrought the same Alcimedon
    A pair of cups, and round the handles wreathed
    Pliant acanthus, Orpheus in the midst,
    The forests following in his wake; nor yet
    Have I set lip to them, but lay them by.
    Matched with a heifer, who would prate of cups?

    MENALCAS
    You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
    I shall be with you; only let us have
    For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
    Yonder Palaemon comes! In singing-bouts
    I'll see you play the challenger no more.

    DAMOETAS
    Out then with what you have; I shall not shrink,
    Nor budge for any man: only do you,
    Neighbour Palaemon, with your whole heart's skill-
    For it is no slight matter-play your part.

    PALAEMON
    Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
    And now is burgeoning both field and tree;
    Now is the forest green, and now the year
    At fairest. Do you first, Damoetas, sing,
    Then you, Menalcas, in alternate strain:
    Alternate strains are to the Muses dear.

    DAMOETAS
    "From Jove the Muse began; Jove filleth all,
    Makes the earth fruitful, for my songs hath care."

    MENALCAS
    "Me Phoebus loves; for Phoebus his own gifts,
    Bays and sweet-blushing hyacinths, I keep."

    DAMOETAS
    "Gay Galatea throws an apple at me,
    Then hies to the willows, hoping to be seen."

    MENALCAS
    "My dear Amyntas comes unasked to me;
    Not Delia to my dogs is better known."

    DAMOETAS
    "Gifts for my love I've found; mine eyes have marked
    Where the wood-pigeons build their airy nests."

    MENALCAS
    "Ten golden apples have I sent my boy,
    All that I could, to-morrow as many more."

    DAMOETAS
    "What words to me, and uttered O how oft,
    Hath Galatea spoke! waft some of them,
    Ye winds, I pray you, for the gods to hear."

    MENALCAS
    "It profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,
    That in your very heart you spurn me not,
    If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets."

    DAMOETAS
    "Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest
    Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
    I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come."

    MENALCAS
    "I am all hers; she wept to see me go,
    And, lingering on the word, 'farewell' she said,
    'My beautiful Iollas, fare you well.'"

    DAMOETAS
    "Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
    Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
    The wrath of Amaryllis is to me."

    MENALCAS
    "As moisture to the corn, to ewes with young
    Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,
    So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me."

    DAMOETAS
    "My Muse, although she be but country-bred,
    Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
    Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!"

    MENALCAS
    "Pollio himself too doth new verses make:
    Feed ye a bull now ripe to butt with horn,
    And scatter with his hooves the flying sand."

    DAMOETAS
    "Who loves thee, Pollio, may he thither come
    Where thee he joys beholding; ay, for him
    Let honey flow, the thorn-bush spices bear."

    MENALCAS
    "Who hates not Bavius, let him also love
    Thy songs, O Maevius, ay, and therewithal
    Yoke foxes to his car, and he-goats milk."

    DAMOETAS
    "You, picking flowers and strawberries that grow
    So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
    There's a cold adder lurking in the grass."

    MENALCAS
    "Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;
    Yon bank is ill to trust to; even now
    The ram himself, see, dries his dripping fleece!"

    DAMOETAS
    "Back with the she-goats, Tityrus, grazing there
    So near the river! I, when time shall serve,
    Will take them all, and wash them in the pool."

    MENALCAS
    "Boys, get your sheep together; if the heat,
    As late it did, forestall us with the milk,
    Vainly the dried-up udders shall we wring."

    DAMOETAS
    "How lean my bull amid the fattening vetch!
    Alack! alack! for herdsman and for herd!
    It is the self-same love that wastes us both."

    MENALCAS
    "These truly- nor is even love the cause-
    Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together
    Some evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched."

    DAMOETAS
    "Say in what clime- and you shall be withal
    My great Apollo- the whole breadth of heaven
    Opens no wider than three ells to view."

    MENALCAS
    "Say in what country grow such flowers as bear
    The names of kings upon their petals writ,
    And you shall have fair Phyllis for your own."

    PALAEMON
    Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide:
    You well deserve the heifer, so does he,
    With all who either fear the sweets of love,
    Or taste its bitterness. Now, boys, shut off
    The sluices, for the fields have drunk their fill.
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