_Glutton_.--May I not, Echo, eat my fill.

_Echo_.--Ill.

_Glutton_.--Will it hurt me if I drink too much?

_Echo_.--Much.

_Glutton_.--Thou mock'st me nymph, I'll not believe it.

_Echo_.--Believe it.

_Glutton_.--Dost thou condemn then what I do?

_Echo_.--I do.

_Glutton_.--Is it that which brings infirmities?

_Echo_.--It is!

_Glutton_.--Then sweetest temperance I'll love thee.

_Echo_. I love thee..

{If all be true which thou
_Glutton_. { dost tell,
{To gluttony I bid farewell.

_Echo_.--Farewell.