Cory. [coming to wall].
Oh, Thyrsis, just a minute!—all the water
Is on your side the wall, and the sheep are thirsty.
I hadn't thought of that.
Thyr. Oh, hadn't you?
Cory. Why, what do you mean?
Thyr. What do I mean?—I mean
That I can play a game as well as you can.
And if the pool is on my side, it's on
My side, that's all.
Cory. You mean you'd let the sheep
Go thirsty?
Thyr. Well, they're not my sheep. My sheep
Have water enough.
Cory. Your sheep! You are mad, to call them.
Yours—mine—they are all one flock! Thyrsis, you can't mean
To keep the water from them, just because
They happened to be grazing over here
Instead of over there, when we set the wall up?
Thyr. Oh, can't I?—wait and see!—and if you try
To lead them over here, you'll wish you hadn't!
Cory. I wonder how it happens all the water
Is on your side.... I'll say you had an eye out
For lots of little things, my innocent friend,
When I said, "Let us make a song," and you said,
"I know a game worth two of that!"
Colu. [off stage].
D'you know, I think you must be getting old,
Or fat, or something,—stupid, anyway!—
Can't you put on some other kind of collar?