COTHURNUS: [Prompting.] "How do I know this isn't a trick?"
CORYDON: Oh, yes. . . . How do I know this isn't a trick To get upon my land?
THYRSIS: Oh, Corydon, You know it's not a trick. I do not like The game, that's all. Come over here, or let me Come over there.
CORYDON: It is a clever trick To get upon my land. [Seats himself as before.]
THYRSIS: Oh, very well! [Seats himself as before.] [To himself.] I think I never knew a sillier game.
CORYDON: [Coming to wall.] Oh, Thyrsis, just a minute!—all the water Is on your side the wall, and the sheep are thirsty. I hadn't thought of that.
THYRSIS: Oh, hadn't you?
CORYDON: Why, what do you mean?
THYRSIS: What do I mean?—I mean That I can play a game as well as you can. And if the pool is on my side, it's on My side, that's all.
CORYDON: You mean you'd let the sheep Go thirsty?