MER. Forego thy use and liberty of tongue, And thou mayst dwell on earth, and sport thee there. ECHO. Here young Acteon fell, pursued, and torn By Cynthia's wrath, more eager than his hounds; And here--ah me, the place is fatal!--see The weeping Niobe, translated hither From Phrygian mountains; and by Phoebe rear'd, As the proud trophy of her sharp revenge. MER. Nay but hear-- ECHO. But here, O here, the fountain of self-love, In which Latona, and her careless nymphs, Regardless of my sorrows, bathe themselves In hourly pleasures. MER. Stint thy babbling tongue! Fond Echo, thou profan'st the grace is done thee. So idle worldlings merely made of voice, Censure the powers above them. Come away, Jove calls thee hence; and his will brooks no stay. ECHO. O, stay: I have but one poor thought to clothe In airy garments, and then, faith, I go. Henceforth, thou treacherous and murdering spring, Be ever call'd the FOUNTAIN OF SELF-LOVE: And with thy water let this curse remain, As an inseparate plague, that who but taste A drop thereof, may, with the instant touch, Grow dotingly enamour'd on themselves. Now, Hermes, I have finish'd. MER. Then thy speech Must here forsake thee, Echo, and thy voice, As it was wont, rebound but the last words. Farewell. ECHO. [RETIRING.] Well. MER. Now, Cupid, I am for you, and your mirth, To make me light before I leave the earth. ENTER AMORPHUS, HASTILY. AMO. Dear spark of beauty, make not so fast away: ECHO. Away. MER. Stay, let me observe this portent yet. AMO. I am neither your Minotaur, nor your Centaur, nor your satyr, nor your hyaena, nor your babion, but your mere traveller, believe me. ECHO. Leave me. MER. I guess'd it should be some travelling motion pursued Echo so. AMO. Know you from whom you fly? or whence? ECHO. Hence. [EXIT.] AMO. This is somewhat above strange: A nymph of her feature and lineament, to be so preposterously rude! well, I will but cool myself at yon spring, and follow her. MER. Nay, then, I am familiar with the issue: I will leave you too. [EXIT.]