Gl. Will't hurt me if I drink too much?
Echo. Much.
Gl. Thou Mock'st me, Nymph; I'll not believe it.
Echo. Believe't.
Gl. Dost thou condemn then what I do?
Echo. I do.
Gl. I grant it doth exhaust the purse.
Echo. Worse.
Gl. Is't this which dulls the sharpest wit?
Echo. Best wit.