Battus. And I, so mother says, am a better man than Polydeuces.

Corydon. Well, off he has gone, with a shovel, and with twenty sheep
from his flock here. {24}

Battus. Milo, thou'lt see, will soon be coaxing the wolves to rave!

Corydon. But Aegon's heifers here are lowing pitifully, and miss
their master.

Battus. Yes, wretched beasts that they are, how false a neatherd was
theirs!

Corydon. Wretched enough in truth, and they have no more care to
pasture.

Battus. Nothing is left, now, of that heifer, look you, bones,
that's all. She does not live on dewdrops, does she, like the
grasshopper?

Corydon. No, by Earth, for sometimes I take her to graze by the
banks of Aesarus, fair handfuls of fresh grass I give her too, and
otherwhiles she wantons in the deep shade round Latymnus.

Battus. How lean is the red bull too! May the sons of Lampriades,
the burghers to wit, get such another for their sacrifice to Hera,
for the township is an ill neighbour.

Corydon. And yet that bull is driven to the mere's mouth, and to the