Lover.
| Echo! mysterious nymph, declare |
| | Of what you’re made and what you are. |
| |
Echo.
| | Air! |
| |
Lover.
| Mid airy cliffs and places high, |
| | Sweet Echo! listening, love, you lie— |
| |
Echo.
| | You lie! |
| |
Lover.
| Thou dost resuscitate dead sounds— |
| | Hark! how my voice revives, resounds! |
| |
Echo.
| | Zounds! |
| |
Lover.
| I’ll question thee before I go— |
| | Come, answer me more apropos! |
| |
Echo.
| | Poh! poh! |
| |
Lover.
| Tell me, fair nymph, if e’er you saw |
| | So sweet a girl as Phœbe Shaw? |
| |
Echo.
| | Pshaw! |
| |
Lover.
| Say, what will turn that frisking coney |
| | Into the toils of matrimony? |
| |
Echo.
| | Money! |
| |
Lover.
| Has Phœbe not a heavenly brow? |
| | Is it not white as pearl—as snow? |
| |
Echo.
| | Ass! no! |
| |
Lover.
| Her eyes! Was ever such a pair? |
| | Are the stars brighter than they are? |
| |
Echo.
| | They are! |
| |
Lover.
| Echo, thou liest, but can’t deceive me; |
| | Her eyes eclipse the stars, believe me— |
| |
Echo.
| | Leave me! |
| |
Lover.
| But come, thou saucy, pert romancer, |
| | Who is as fair as Phœbe? answer! |
| |
Echo.
| | Ann, sir. |