XXV.
[In all this world I thinke none lou's but I.]
It is to be considered in reading this Passion, howe in some
answeres, the accent or poynting of the wordes is altered,
and therewithall howe the Authour walking in the woods,
and bewayling his inward passion of Loue, is contraried by
the replies of Echo: whose meaning yet is not so much to
gainsay him, as to expresse her owne miserable estate in daily
cōsuming away for the loue of her beloued Narcissus; whose
vnkindnes Ouid describeth at large, together with the extreme
loue of Echo.
Author.
In
all this world I thinke none lou's but I.
Echo.
None lou's but I.
Auth.
Thou foolish tattling ghest,
In this thou telst a lie.
Echo.
thou telst a lie.
Author.
Why? Loue him selfe he lodgeth in my brest.
Echo.
He lodgeth in my brest.
Auth.
I pine for griefe;
And yet I want reliefe.
Echo.
I want reliefe.
Author.
No starre more faire then she whom I adore.
Echo.
Then
S. Liquescens immutat sensum.
he, whom I adore.
Auth.
Herehence I burne
Stil more and more.
Echo.
I burne stil more and more.
Author.
Loue, let my heart returne.
Echo.
my heart, returne.
Auth.
Is then the Saint, for whom thou makest mone,
And whom I loue, but one?
Echo.
I loue but one.
Author.
O heau'ns, is there in loue no ende of ills?
Echo.
In loue no ende of ills.
Auth.
Thou pratling voyce,
Dwelst thou in th' ayre, or but in hollow hills?
Echo.
In hollow hills.
Auth.
Cease of to vaunt thy choyse.
Echo.
Cease of to vaunt thy choyse.
Auth.
I would replie.
But here for loue I die.
Echo.
for loue I die.
