Theocritus, Idylls (English) (XML Header) [genre: poetry] [word count] [lemma count] [Theoc. Id.]. | ||
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The scene of this shepherd-mime is laid in the wooded pastures near the mouth of the river Crathis in the district of Sybaris and Thurii in Southern Italy. The foreground is the shore of a lagoon near which stand effigies of the Nymphs who preside over it, and there is close by a rustic statue of Pan of the seaside. The characters are a goatherd named Comatas and a young shepherd named Lacon who are watching their flocks. Having seated themselves some little distance apart, they proceed to converse in no very friendly spirit, and the talk gradually leads to a contest of song with a woodcutter named Maroson for the judge and a lamb and a goat for the stakes. The contest is spirits, not to say a bitter, one, and consists of a series of alternate couplets, the elder man first singing his couplet and the younger then trying to better him at the same theme. The themes Comatas chooses are various, but the dominant note, as often in Theocritus, is love. In some of the lines there is more meaning than appears on the surface. After fourteen pairs of couplets, Morson breaks in before Lacon has replied and wards his lamb to Comatas.
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(The Singing Match)
COMATAS
And well they may, for t’other day they had two goats for me.
LACON
A fine fat ram a-batt’ning; for Apollo’s feast draws nigh.
COMATAS
And the damsel sees and the damsel says ‘Poor lad, dost milk alone?’
LACON
And fouls his dear not a youth but a boy mid flowers that blow so plenty.
COMATAS
Fling apples, and her pretty lips call pouting to be kissed.
LACON
So brown and bright the tresses light that toss that shoulder above.
COMATAS
Nor wild dog-róse with her that blows beside the trim orchard’s wall.
LACON
The acorn savours flat and stale, the pear’s like honeycomb.
COMATAS
I’ll go this day and fetch her away for the maiden I love best.
LACON
I’ll give yon black ewe’s pretty coat my darling’s cloak to make.
COMATAS
Your pasture’s where the tamarisk grows and the slope hill drops to the glen.
LACON
Graze up the hill as Piebad will, and let the oak-leaves be.
COMATAS
The work of great Praxiteles, note both for that lass of mine.
LACON
Shall go a gift to my dearest and hunt him all manner of game.
COMATAS
These be none of your common vines; have done your ravaging.
LACON
‘Tis even so you vex, I trow, the reapers at their toiling. note
COMATAS
Come creeping to their vintaging mid goodman Micon’s vines.
LACON
Guttle Philondas’ choicest figs, and off as quick as you please.
COMATAS
Grinning jerked your tail finely at me, and clung to that oak-tree?
LACON
fastened you up here and cleaned you out – that anyway I know all about.
COMATAS
Go pluck him squills from an oldwife’s grave to cool his heated brain.
LACON
Be off to Haleis bank, Morson, and dig him some cyclamen.
COMATAS
Mid apple-bearing beds or reed may it run red with wine.
LACON
May the wench that goes for water draw honeycombs for my cup.
COMATAS
Tread mastich green and lie between the arbutes waving over.
LACON
Browze rock-roses in plenty and sweet as eglantine.
COMATAS
But alack! she forgot to kiss by the pot, note and since, poor wench, she’s missed me.
LACON
He kissed him sweet as sweet could be; his lover’s love unbroken.
COMATAS
Nor owl note with swan, but poor Lacòn was born a quarrel-picker.
MORSON
COMATAS
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