Daphnis. So help me Pan I would not leave thee, didst thou even choose to banish me!
The Maiden. Dost thou build me bowers, and a house, and folds for flocks?
Daphnis. Yea, bowers I build thee, the flocks I tend are fair.
The Maiden. But to my grey old father, what tale, ah what, shall I tell?
Daphnis. He will approve thy wedlock when he has heard my name.
The Maiden. Prithee, tell me that name of thine; in a name there is often delight.
Daphnis. Daphnis am I, Lycidas is my father, and Nomaea is my mother.
The Maiden. Thou comest of men well-born, but there I am thy match.
Daphnis. I know it, thou art of high degree, for thy father is Menalcas. [150a]
The Maiden. Show me thy grove, wherein is thy cattle-stall.