Asca. How? that Eurymine is dead, or lives?
Eccho. Lives.
Asca. Now, gentle Goddesse, thou redeem'st my soule From death to life: Oh tell me quickly, where?
Eccho. Where?
Asca. In some remote far region or else neere?
Eccho. Neere.
Asca. Oh, what conceales her from my thirstie eyes? Is it restraint or some unknown disguise?
Eccho. Disguise.
Io. Let me be hang'd my Lord, but all is lyes.
Eccho. Lyes.