Eclogues

Virgil

Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.

  1. done him some mischief, would have chafed to death.
MENALCAS
  1. With thieves so daring, what can masters do?
  2. Did I not see you, rogue, in ambush lie
  3. for Damon's goat, while loud Lycisca barked?
  4. And when I cried, “Where is he off to now?
  5. Gather your flock together, Tityrus,”
  6. you hid behind the sedges.
DAMOETAS
  1. Well, was he
  2. whom I had conquered still to keep the goat.
  3. Which in the piping-match my pipe had won!
  4. You may not know it, but the goat was mine.
MENALCAS
  1. You out-pipe him? when had you ever pipe
  2. wax-welded? in the cross-ways used you not
  3. on grating straw some miserable tune
  4. to mangle?
DAMOETAS
  1. Well, then, shall we try our skill