Ay my poor boy, that doth he: I saw them yesterday
Down by the byre; and, trust me, loving enough were they.
BATTUS.
Well done, my veteran light-o'-love! In deeming thee mere man,
I wronged thy sire: some Satyr he, or an uncouth-limbed Pan.
IDYLL V.
The Battle of the Bards.
COMETAS. LACON. MORSON.