our sheep are dying of thirst.
CORYDON: Man, haven't I told you I can't be bothered with a few untidy Brown sheep all full of burdocks?--I'm a merchant. That's what I am!--And if I set my mind to it I dare say I could be an emperor! [To himself.] Wouldn't I be a fool to spend my time Watching a flock of sheep go up a hill, When I have these to play with?--when I have these To think about?--I can't make up my mind Whether to buy a city, and have a thousand Beautiful girls to bathe me, and be happy Until I die, or build a bridge, and name it The Bridge of Corydon,--and be remembered After I'm dead.
THYRSIS: Corydon, come to the wall, Won't you?--I want to tell you something.
CORYDON: Hush! Be off! Be off! Go finish your nap, I tell you!
THYRSIS: Corydon, listen: if you don't want your sheep, Give them to me.
CORYDON: Be off! Go finish your nap. A red one--and a blue one--and a red one-- And a purple one--give you my sheep, did you say?-- Come, come! What do you take me for, a fool? I've a lot of