the he-goats looked aside—the light nymphs laughed—MENALCASAy, then, I warrant, when they saw me slashmicon's young vines and trees with spiteful hook.DAMOETASOr here by these old beeches, when you brokethe bow and arrows of Damon; for you chafedwhen first you saw them given to the boy,cross-grained Menalcas, ay, and had you notdone him some mischief, would have chafed to death.MENALCASWith thieves so daring, what can masters do?Did I not see you, rogue, in ambush liefor Damon's goat, while loud Lycisca barked?And when I cried, “Where is he off to now?Gather your flock together, Tityrus,”you hid behind the sedges.DAMOETASWell, was hewhom I had conquered still to keep the goat.Which in the piping-match my pipe had won!You may not know it, but the goat was mine.MENALCASYou out-pipe him? when had you ever pipewax-welded? in the cross-ways used you not