Gl. Is't this which brings infirmities?
Echo. It is.
Gl. Whither will't bring my soul? canst tell?
Echo. T' hell.
Gl. Dost thou no gluttons virtuous know?
Echo. No.
Gl. Wouldst have me temperate till I die?
Echo. I.
Gl. Shall I therein finde ease and pleasure?
Echo. Yea sure.