CORYDON: I'll give you all the gold You want, if you'll give me a bowl of water. If you don't want too much, that is to say.
THYRSIS: Ho, so you've changed your mind?—It's different, Isn't it, when you want a drink yourself?
CORYDON: Of course it is.
THYRSIS: Well, let me see ... a bowl Of water,—come back in an hour, Corydon. I'm busy now.
CORYDON: Oh, Thyrsis, give me a bowl Of water!—and I'll fill the bowl with jewels, And bring it back!
THYRSIS: Be off, I'm busy now.
[He catches sight of the weed, picks it up and looks at it, unseen by CORYDON.]
Wait!—Pick me out the finest stones you have . . . I'll bring you a drink of water presently.
CORYDON: [Goes back and sits down, with the jewels before him.] A bowl of jewels is a lot of jewels.
THYRSIS: [Chopping up the weed.] I wonder if it has a bitter taste.