SCENA. 2.
Echo, Mercury.
Echo.
Here.
Mer.
So nigh.
Echo.
I.
Mer.
Know (gentle soule) then, I am sent from Iou••,
Who (pittying the sad burthen of thy woes,
Still growing on thee, in thy want of wordes▪
To vent thy passion for Narcissus death)
Commaunds that now (after three thousand yeares,
Which haue bin excercisde in Iunoes spight,)
Thou take a corporall figure and ascend,
Enricht with vocall, and articulate power,
Make haste sad Nymph: thrise doth my winged rod,
Strike th 'obsequious earth to giue thee way,
Arise, and speake thy sorrowes, Eccho rise,
Heere, by this Fountaine where thy loue did pine,
Whose memory liues fresh to vulgar fame,
Sh••in'd in this yellow flower, that beares his name
Ech.
His name reuiues and lifts me vp from earth.
Ascendit
O which way shall I first conuert my selfe?
Or in what moode shall I assay to speake,
That (in a moment) I may be deliuered,
Of the prodigions griefe I go with all?
Se••, see, the morning fount whose spring weepes yet,