_He._ Whither away, fair Neat-herdess?
_She._ Shepherd, I go to tend my kine.
_He._ Stay thou, and watch this flock of mine.
_She._ With thee? Nay, that were idleness.
_He._ Thy kine will pasture none the less.
_She._ Not so: they wait me and my sign.
_He._ I'll pipe to thee beneath the pine.
_She._ Thy pipe will soothe not their distress.
_He._ Dost thou not hear beside the spring
How the gay birds are carolling?
_She._ I hear them. But it may not be.
_He._ Farewell then, Sweetheart! Farewell now.
_She._ Shepherd, farewell----Where goest thou?
_He._ I go ... to tend thy kine for thee!