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 noton grating straw some miserable tuneto mangle?DAMOETASWell, then, shall we try our skilleach against each in turn? Lest you be loth,I pledge this heifer; every day she comestwice to the milking-pail, and feeds withaltwo young ones at her udder: say you nowwhat you will stake upon the match with me.MENALCASNaught from the flock I'll venture, for at home