Bon. After so many bright exploits be forced to restitution?
Echo. Restitution.
Bon. Restitution of what I've got by true heroic feats and martial address?
Echo. Yes.
Bon. What will be the fate of so much toil and trouble?
Echo. Trouble.
Bon. What will become of my people, already too unhappy?
Echo. Happy.
Bon. What should I then be, that I think myself immortal?
Echo. Mortal.