[_Nar._] Thy frend I am, O doe not mee destroye; Thou dost putt out thy hand as I doe mine, [710] And thou dost pinke vpon mee with thine eyen, Smile as I smile; besides I tooke good keepe, And saw thee eke shedd teares when I did weepe, And by thy lippes moving, well I doe suppose Woordes thou dost speake, may well come to our nose; For to oure eares I am sure they never passe, Which makes me to crye out, alas! _Ecc._ Alas! [_Nar._] O delicate pretty youth, Pretty youth; [720] Take on my woes pittye, youthe! Pittye, youthe! O sweetest boy, pray love mee! [F. 67v rev.] Pray love mee! Or els I dye for thee, I dye for thee! [_Nar._] Colour is gone & bloud in face is thinne, And I am naught left now but bone & skinne; I dye; but though I dye it shall come to passe, Certes it shall, that I which whilome was [730] The flower of youth, shalbee made flower againe. I dye; farewell, O boy belov'd in vaine. [_Ecc._] O boy belov'd in vaine. [NARCISSUS _risinge vp againe._ And so I died & sunke into my grandam, Surnamde old earth: lett not your iudgments randome, For if you take mee for Narcissus y'are very sillye, I desire you to take mee for a daffa downe dillye; For so I rose, & so I am in trothe, As may appeare by the flower in my mouthe. _Ecc._ Now auditors of intelligence quicke, [740] I pray you suppose that Eccho is sicke; Sicke at the hart, for you must thinke, For lacke of love shee could nor eate nor drinke; Soe that of her nothinge remainde but bone, And that they say was turn'd into a stone. Onely her voice was left, as by good happe [F. 67r rev.] You may perceive if you imparte a clappe. [_Exit._ _Enter the_ Porter _as Epilogue_. Are those the ladds that would doe the deede? They may bee gone, & God bee their speede; Ile take vpp their buckett, but I sweare by the water, [750] I have seene a farre better play at the theater. Ile shutt them out of doores, 'tis no matter for their larges; Thinke you well of my service, & Ile beare the charges. If there bee any that expecte some dances, 'Tis I must perform it, for my name is Frances. FINIS. APPENDIX. I. _A speech made for the foresaid porter, who [F. 84r rev.] pronounc't it in the hall before most of the house and Master Præsident, that had sconc't him 10 groates for lettinge the fidlers into the hall at Christmas._