Echo.—I.
Bona.—Now I guess! To report my accents Echo has made her task.
Echo.—Ask.
Bona.—Knowest thou whether London will henceforth continue to resist?
Echo.—Resist.
Bona.—Whether Vienna and other courts will oppose me always?
Echo.—Always.
Bona.—Oh, Heaven! what must I expect after so many reverses?
Echo.—Reverses.
Bona.—What! should I, like coward vile, to compound be reduced?