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1.1 Something sweet is the whisper of the pine that makes her music by yonder springs, and sweet no less, master Goatherd, the melody of your pipe. Pan only shall take place and prize afore you; and if they give him a horny he-goat, then a she shall be yours; and if a she be for him, why, you shall have her kid; and kid’s meat’s good eating till your kids be milch-goatds.
1.45 And but a little removed from master Weather-beat there’s a vineyard well laden with clusters red to the ripening, and a little lad seated watching upon a hedge. And on either side of him two foxes; this ranges to and fro along the rows and pilfers all such grapes as be ready for eating, while that setteth all his cunning at the lad’s wallet, and vows he will not let him be till he have set him breaking his fast note with but poor victuals to his drink. note And all the time the urchin’s got star-flower-stalks a-platting to a reed for to make him a pretty gin for locusts, and cares never so much, not he, for his wallet or his vines as he takes pleasure in his platting. And for an end, mark you, spread all about he cup goes the lissom bear’s-foot, a sight worth the seeing with its writhen leaves; ‘tis a marvellous work, ‘twill amaze your heart. 1.57 Now for that cup a ferryman of Calymnus note had a goat and a gallant great cheese-loaf of me, and never yet hath it touched my lip; it still lies unhandselled by. Yet right welcome to it art thou, if like a good fellow thou’lt sing me that pleasing and delightful song. Nay, not so; I am in right earnest. To’t, good friend; sure thou wilt not be hoarding that song against thuo be’st come where all’s forgot?
Where were ye, Nymphs, when Daphnis pined? ye Nymphs, O where were ye?
Was it Peneius’ note pretty vale, or Pindus’ note glens? ‘twas never
Anápus’ note flood nor Etna’s pike nor Acis’ note holy river.
The lion from the greenward wept when Daphnis was no more.
Many the claves and many the kine that made their moan for him.
“Who is’t that fretteth thee, my son? whom lovest thou so well?”
GOATHERD
THYRSIS
GOATHERD
1.45 And but a little removed from master Weather-beat there’s a vineyard well laden with clusters red to the ripening, and a little lad seated watching upon a hedge. And on either side of him two foxes; this ranges to and fro along the rows and pilfers all such grapes as be ready for eating, while that setteth all his cunning at the lad’s wallet, and vows he will not let him be till he have set him breaking his fast note with but poor victuals to his drink. note And all the time the urchin’s got star-flower-stalks a-platting to a reed for to make him a pretty gin for locusts, and cares never so much, not he, for his wallet or his vines as he takes pleasure in his platting. And for an end, mark you, spread all about he cup goes the lissom bear’s-foot, a sight worth the seeing with its writhen leaves; ‘tis a marvellous work, ‘twill amaze your heart. 1.57 Now for that cup a ferryman of Calymnus note had a goat and a gallant great cheese-loaf of me, and never yet hath it touched my lip; it still lies unhandselled by. Yet right welcome to it art thou, if like a good fellow thou’lt sing me that pleasing and delightful song. Nay, not so; I am in right earnest. To’t, good friend; sure thou wilt not be hoarding that song against thuo be’st come where all’s forgot?
THYRSIS (sings)
Country-song, sing country-song, sweet Muses.
1.65 ‘Tis Thyrsis sings, of Etna, and a rare sweet voice hath he.Where were ye, Nymphs, when Daphnis pined? ye Nymphs, O where were ye?
Was it Peneius’ note pretty vale, or Pindus’ note glens? ‘twas never
Anápus’ note flood nor Etna’s pike nor Acis’ note holy river.
Country-song, sing country-song, sweet Muses.
1.71 When Daphnis died the foxes wailed and the wolves they wailed full sore,The lion from the greenward wept when Daphnis was no more.
Country-song, sing country-song, sweet Muses.
1.74 O many the lusty steers at his feet, and may the heifers slim,Many the claves and many the kine that made their moan for him.
Country-song, sing country-song, sweet Muses.
1.77 Came Hermes first, from the hills away, and said “O Daphnis tell,“Who is’t that fretteth thee, my son? whom lovest thou so well?”
Country-song, sing country-song, sweet Muses.
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