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 homeI have a father and a step-dame harsh,and twice a day both reckon up the flock,and one withal the kids. But I will stake,seeing you are so mad, what you yourselfwill own more priceless far—two beechen cupsby the divine art of Alcimedonwrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,