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TITYRUS
while Galatea reigned over me, I had
no hope of freedom, and no thought to save.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
or rich cheese pressed for the unthankful town,
never with laden hands returned I home.
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MELIBOEUS
I used to wonder, Amaryllis, why
you cried to heaven so sadly, and for whom
you left the apples hanging on the trees;
'twas Tityrus was away. Why, Tityrus,
the very pines, the very water-springs,
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the very vineyards, cried aloud for you.
TITYRUS
What could I do? how else from bonds be freed,
or otherwhere find gods so nigh to aid?
There, Meliboeus, I saw that youth to whom
yearly for twice six days my altars smoke.
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There instant answer gave he to my suit,
“Feed, as before, your kine, boys, rear your bulls.”
MELIBOEUS
So in old age, you happy man, your fields
will still be yours, and ample for your need!
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
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