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And thou, when thou hast sacrificed her to the nymphs, send Morson, anon, a goodly portion of her flesh. Comatas. I will, by Pan. Now leap, and snort, my he-goats, all the herd of you, and see here how loud I ever will laugh, and exult over Lacon, the shepherd, for that, at last, I have won the lamb. See, I will leap sky high with joy.
Lacon. Let us shout, then! Comatas. Call thou to him. Lacon. Ho, friend, come hither and listen for a little while, for we two have a match to prove which is the better singer of country song. So Morson, my friend, neither judge me too kindly, no, nor show him favour. Comatas.
Clearista, too, pelts the goatherd with apples as he drives past his she-goats, and a sweet word she murmurs. Lacon. And wild with love am I too, for my fair young darling, that meets the shepherd, with the bright hair floating round the shapely neck. Comatas. Nay, ye may not liken dog-roses to the rose, or wind- flowers to the roses of the garden; by the garden walls their beds are blossoming.
Thou fox, and where would be our even betting then? Who ever chose hair to shear, in place of wool? and who prefers to milk a filthy bitch, when he can have a she-goat, nursing her first kid? Comatas. Why, he that deems himself as sure of getting the better of his neighbour as thou dost, a wasp that buzzes against the cicala.
Be off now to the Hales stream, and dig cyclamen. Comatas. Let Himera flow with milk instead of water, and thou, Crathis, run red with wine, and all thy reeds bear apples. Lacon. Would that the fount of Sybaris may flow with honey, and may the maiden's pail, at dawning, be dipped, not in water, but in the honeycomb. Comatas.
That I have no memory of, but how Eumarides bound thee there, upon a time, and flogged thee through and through, that I do very well remember. Comatas. Already, Morson, some one is waxing bitter, dust thou see no sign of it? Go, go, and pluck, forthwith, the squills from some old wife's grave. Lacon. And I too, Morson, I make some one chafe, and thou dost perceive it.
Comatas. Lacon. If I believe thee, may I suffer the afflictions of Daphnis! But see, if thou carest to stake a kid though indeed 'tis scarce worth my while then, go to, I will sing against thee, and cease not, till thou dust cry 'enough! Comatas. The sow defied Athene! See, there is staked the kid, go to, do thou too put a fatted lamb against him, for thy stake. Lacon.
No other idyl of Theocritus is so frankly true to the rough side of rustic manners. The scene is in Southern Italy. Comatas. Goats of mine, keep clear of that notorious shepherd of Sibyrtas, that Lacon; he stole my goat-skin yesterday. Lacon. Will ye never leave the well-head? Off, my lambs, see ye not Comatas; him that lately stole my shepherd's pipe? Comatas.
I too have a dog that loves the flock, the dog to strangle wolves; him I am giving to my darling to chase all manner of wild beasts. Comatas. Ye locusts that overleap our fence, see that ye harm not our vines, for our vines are young. Lacon. Ye cicalas, see how I make the goatherd chafe: even so, methinks, do ye vex the reapers. Comatas.
But as it is plain thou thinkst the kid no fair stake, lo, here is this he-goat. Begin the match! Lacon. No such haste, thou art not on fire! More sweetly wilt thou sing, if thou wilt sit down beneath the wild olive tree, and the groves in this place. Chill water falls there, drop by drop, here grows the grass, and here a leafy bed is strown, and here the locusts prattle. Comatas.
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