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- For who hath she to spend the night withal
But idle sounds resembling parasites,
Like shrill-tongu’d tapsters answering every call,
Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?
She says ‘’Tis so:’ they answer all ‘’Tis so;’
And would say after her, if she said ‘No.’ | 1. 637
Eccho her selfe when Scilla cried out, O loue!
With piteous voice from out her hollow den
Returnd these words, these words of sorrow, (no, love)
No loue (quoth she) then fie on traiterous men,
Then fie on hope: then fie on hope (quoth Eccho)
To everie word the nimph did answere so.
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For euerie sigh, the rockee returne a sigh:
For euerie teure their fountaines yield a drop;
Till we at last the place approached nigh,
And heard the nimph that fed on sorrowes sop
Make woods, and wanes, and rockee, and hills admire,
The wonderous force of her untam’d desire.
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Glaucus (quoth she) is faire: whilst Eccho sings
Glaucus is faire: but yet he hatch Scilla
The wretch repeats: and then her armes she wrings
Whilst Eccho tells her this, he hatch Scilla.
No hope (quoth she): no hope (quoth Eccho) then,
Then fie on men; when she said, fie on men. |
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