Eclogue

 1    1|      compact~In lessening lengths, Damoetas’ dying-gift:~‘Mine once,’
 2  III|              ECLOGUE III~MENALCAS, DAMOETAS, PALAEMON~Menalcas.~Who
 3  III|      Menalcas.~Who owns the flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?~Damoetas.~Nay,
 4  III|        flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?~Damoetas.~Nay, they are Aegon’s sheep,
 5  III|         from the lambs their milk.~Damoetas.~Hold! not so ready with
 6  III|          trees with spiteful hook.~Damoetas.~Or here by these old beeches,
 7  III|         You hid behind the sedges.~Damoetas.~Well, was he~Whom I had
 8  III|          miserable tune~To mangle?~Damoetas.~Well, then, shall we try
 9  III|          to them, but lay them by.~Damoetas.~For me too wrought the
10  III|            the challenger no more.~Damoetas.~Out then with what you
11  III|          At fairest. Do you first, Damoetas, sing,~Then you, Menalcas,
12  III|     strains are to the Muses dear.~Damoetas.~“From Jove the Muse began;
13  III| sweet-blushing hyacinths, I keep.”~Damoetas.~“Gay Galatea throws an
14  III|          my dogs is better known.”~Damoetas.~“Gifts for my love I’ve
15  III|            tomorrow as many more.”~Damoetas.~“What words to me, and
16  III|           boar, I guard the nets.”~Damoetas.~“Prithee, Iollas, for my
17  III|           Iollas, fare you well.’”~Damoetas.~“Fell as the wolf is to
18  III|             and none else, to me.”~Damoetas.~“My Muse, although she
19  III|           hooves the flying sand.”~Damoetas.~“Who loves thee, Pollio,
20  III|           car, and he-goats milk.”~Damoetas.~“You, picking flowers and
21  III|        dries his dripping fleece!”~Damoetas.~“Back with the she-goats,
22  III|            udders shall we wring.”~Damoetas.~“How lean my bull amid
23  III|          lambkins hath bewitched.”~Damoetas.~“Say in what clime— and
24    V|            Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,~And Alphesiboeus emulate