F. 73r rev.Who, why, wherfore, from whence or what I am,
Knowe, if you aske, that Eccho is my name,
That cannott speake a woord, nor halfe a sillable,
Vnles you speake before so intelligible.
But ho, the hobby horse, youle think 't absurde
That I should of my selfe once speake a woord.
'Tis true; but lett your wisdomes tell me than 460
How'de you know Eccho from another man?
I was a well toung'd nimphe, but what of that?
My mother Juno still to hold in chatte,
With tales of tubbes, from thence I ever strove,
Whiles nimphes abroad lay allwaies vnder Jove.
But oh, when drift was spied, my angry grammer
Made ever since my tottering tongue to stammer;
And now, in wild woods, & in moist mountaines,
In high, tall valleys, & in steepye plaines,
Eccho I live, Eccho, surnam'd the dolefull, 470
That, in remembrance, now could weepe a bowlfull;
Or rather, if you will, Eccho the sorrowfull,
That, in remembrance, now could weepe a barrowfull.
(Within. Yolp! yolpe!)
[Exit clamans Yolpe!
Enter Dorastus, Narcissus, Clinias.
Cantantes.
Harke, they crye, I heare by that
The doggs have putt the hare from quatte,
F. 72v rev.Then woe bee vnto little Watt,
Yolp, yolp, yolp, yolp!
Hollowe in the hind doggs, hollowe,
So come on then, solla, solla,
And lett vs so blithly followe, 480
Yolp, &c.
O, the doggs ar out of sight,
But the crye is my delight;
Harke how Jumball hitts it right,
Yolp, &c.
Over briars, over bushes;
Whose affeard of pricks & pushes,
Hee's no hunter woorth two rushes,
Yolp, &c.
But how long thus shall wee wander? 490
O, the hares a lusty stander,
Follow apace, the doggs are yonder,
Yolp, &c.