Father and mother count the flock, and passing strict are they.
Daphnis.
Then what shall be the victor’s fee? What wager wilt thou lay?
Menalcas.
A pipe discoursing through nine months I made, and full fair to view;
The wax is white thereon, the line of this and that edge true.
I’ll risk it: risk my father’s own is more than I dare do.
Daphnis.
A pipe discoursing through nine months, and fair, hath Daphnis too;
The wax is white thereon, the line of this and that edge true.