Corydon. Nay, they are Aegon’s, he gave me them to pasture.
Battus. Dost thou ever find a way to milk them all, on the sly, just before evening?
Corydon. No chance of that, for the old man puts the calves beneath their dams, and keeps watch on me.
Battus. But the neatherd himself,—to what land has he passed out of sight?
Corydon. Hast thou not heard? Milon went and carried him off to the Alpheus.
Battus. And when, pray, did he ever set eyes on the wrestlers’ oil?
Corydon. They say he is a match for Heracles, in strength and hardihood.
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!