Echo. You lie.
Glutton. Will it hurt me if I drink too much?
Echo. Much.
Glutton. Thou mockest me! I’ll not believe it.
Echo. Believe it.
Glutton. Is it drink that brings infirmities?
Echo. It is.
Glutton. Then Temperance I’ll love thee.
Echo. I love thee.
Glutton. If that be true which thou dost tell,