By Pan that haunts the sea-beach! Lad, if I served thee so,
Crazed may I drop from yon hill-top to Crathis' stream below!
COMETAS.
Nor pipe of thine, good fellow—the Ladies of the Lake
So be still kind and good to me—did e'er Cometas take.
LACON.
Be Daphnis' woes my portion, should that my credence win!
Still, if thou list to stake a kid—that surely were no sin—
Come on, I'll sing it out with thee—until thou givest in.
COMETAS.