The Old Man. His cheek was bleeding, when he
carried me off. O, my child! O, my son!

The Shepherd. He died two years ago^; he was
poor, and 1 am obliged to feed this fiock^ to gain a
livelihood^.
The Old Man. God be thanked^! I can, in
some degree', requite his benevolence^. Come, my
son, leave to another the care of that flock.
They descended together into the valley, and they
soon arrived at the dwelling of the old man. He
was rich in fields and herds; one lovely daughter
was his only heir.
