BATTUS.
Who owns these cattle, Corydon? Philondas? Prythee say.
CORYDON.
No, Ægon: and he gave them me to tend while he's away.
BATTUS.
Dost milk them in the gloaming, when none is nigh to see?
CORYDON.
The old man brings the calves to suck, and keeps an eye on me.
BATTUS.