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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>Who owns the flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him<br>Committed to my care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O every way<br>Unhappy sheep, unhappy flock! while he<br>Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice<br>Should fall on me, this hireling shepherd here<br>Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock<br>Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>Hold! not so ready with your jeers at men!<br>We know who once, and in what shrine with you-<br>The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash<br>Micon's young vines and trees with spiteful hook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>Or here by these old beeches, when you broke<br>The bow and arrows of Damon; for you chafed<br>When first you saw them given to the boy,<br>Cross-grained Menalcas, ay, and had you not<br>Done him some mischief, would have chafed to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>With thieves so daring, what can masters do?<br>Did I not see you, rogue, in ambush lie<br>For Damon's goat, while loud Lycisca barked?<br>And when I cried, 'Where is he off to now?<br>Gather your flock together, Tityrus,'<br>You hid behind the sedges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, was he<br>Whom I had conquered still to keep the goat.<br>Which in the piping-match my pipe had won!<br>You may not know it, but the goat was mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>You out-pipe him? when had you ever pipe<br>Wax-welded? in the cross-ways used you not<br>On grating straw some miserable tune<br>To mangle?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, then, shall we try our skill<br>Each against each in turn? Lest you be loth,<br>I pledge this heifer; every day she comes<br>Twice to the milking-pail, and feeds withal<br>Two young ones at her udder: say you now<br>What you will stake upon the match with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>Naught from the flock I'll venture, for at home<br>I have a father and a step-dame harsh,<br>And twice a day both reckon up the flock,<br>And one withal the kids. But I will stake,<br>Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself<br>Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups<br>By the divine art of Alcimedon<br>Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,<br>Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,<br>Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.<br>Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,<br>And one- how call you him, who with his wand<br>Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,<br>That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,<br>Might know their several seasons? Nor as yet<br>Have I set lip to them, but lay them by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>For me too wrought the same Alcimedon<br>A pair of cups, and round the handles wreathed<br>Pliant acanthus, Orpheus in the midst,<br>The forests following in his wake; nor yet<br>Have I set lip to them, but lay them by.<br>Matched with a heifer, who would prate of cups?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,<br>I shall be with you; only let us have<br>For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,<br>Yonder Palaemon comes! In singing-bouts<br>I'll see you play the challenger no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>Out then with what you have; I shall not shrink,<br>Nor budge for any man: only do you,<br>Neighbour Palaemon, with your whole heart's skill-<br>For it is no slight matter-play your part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PALAEMON<br>Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,<br>And now is burgeoning both field and tree;<br>Now is the forest green, and now the year<br>At fairest. Do you first, Damoetas, sing,<br>Then you, Menalcas, in alternate strain:<br>Alternate strains are to the Muses dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DAMOETAS<br>'From Jove the Muse began; Jove filleth all,<br>Makes the earth fruitful, for my songs hath care.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Me Phoebus loves; for Phoebus his own gifts,<br>Bays and sweet-blushing hyacinths, I keep.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Gay Galatea throws an apple at me,<br>Then hies to the willows, hoping to be seen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'My dear Amyntas comes unasked to me;<br>Not Delia to my dogs is better known.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Gifts for my love I've found; mine eyes have marked<br>Where the wood-pigeons build their airy nests.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Ten golden apples have I sent my boy,<br>All that I could, to-morrow as many more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DAMOETAS<br>'What words to me, and uttered O how oft,<br>Hath Galatea spoke! waft some of them,<br>Ye winds, I pray you, for the gods to hear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'It profiteth me naught, Amyntas mine,<br>That in your very heart you spurn me not,<br>If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Prithee, Iollas, for my birthday guest<br>Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops<br>I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'I am all hers; she wept to see me go,<br>And, lingering on the word, 'farewell' she said,<br>'My beautiful Iollas, fare you well.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,<br>Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,<br>The wrath of Amaryllis is to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'As moisture to the corn, to ewes with young<br>Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,<br>So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'My Muse, although she be but country-bred,<br>Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,<br>Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Pollio himself too doth new verses make:<br>Feed ye a bull now ripe to butt with horn,<br>And scatter with his hooves the flying sand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Who loves thee, Pollio, may he thither come<br>Where thee he joys beholding; ay, for him<br>Let honey flow, the thorn-bush spices bear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Who hates not Bavius, let him also love<br>Thy songs, O Maevius, ay, and therewithal<br>Yoke foxes to his car, and he-goats milk.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'You, picking flowers and strawberries that grow<br>So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!<br>There's a cold adder lurking in the grass.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;<br>Yon bank is ill to trust to; even now<br>The ram himself, see, dries his dripping fleece!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Back with the she-goats, Tityrus, grazing there<br>So near the river! I, when time shall serve,<br>Will take them all, and wash them in the pool.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Boys, get your sheep together; if the heat,<br>As late it did, forestall us with the milk,<br>Vainly the dried-up udders shall we wring.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>DAMOETAS<br>'How lean my bull amid the fattening vetch!<br>Alack! alack! for herdsman and for herd!<br>It is the self-same love that wastes us both.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'These truly- nor is even love the cause-<br>Scarce have the flesh to keep their bones together<br>Some evil eye my lambkins hath bewitched.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMOETAS<br>'Say in what clime- and you shall be withal<br>My great Apollo- the whole breadth of heaven<br>Opens no wider than three ells to view.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS<br>'Say in what country grow such flowers as bear<br>The names of kings upon their petals writ,<br>And you shall have fair Phyllis for your own.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PALAEMON<br>Not mine betwixt such rivals to decide:<br>You well deserve the heifer, so does he,<br>With all who either fear the sweets of love,<br>Or taste its bitterness. Now, boys, shut off<br>The sluices, for the fields have drunk their fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Publius+Vergilius+Maro">Publius Vergilius Maro</a><div class=q>
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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..."></div>
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