DAMÆTAS.
The Goat was mine, by singing fairly won.30
A solemn Match was made; He lost the Prize,
Ask Damon, ask if he the Debt denies;
I think he dares not, if he does, he lies.
MENALCAS.
Was so profan'd to touch that blubber'd Lip:35
Dunce at the best; in Streets but scarce allow'd
To tickle, on thy Straw, the stupid Crowd.
DAMÆTAS.
Our Pipes, our Skill, our Voices to compare?
My Brinded Heifer to the Stake I lay;40
Two Thriving Calves she suckles twice a day:
And twice besides her Beestings never fail
To store the Dairy, with a brimming Pail.
Now back your Singing with an equal Stake.
MENALCAS.
You know too well I feed my Father's Flock:
What can I wager from the common Stock?
A Stepdame too I have, a cursed she,
Who rules my Hen-peck'd Sire, and orders me.
Both number twice a day the Milky Dams;50
And once she takes the tale of all the Lambs.