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 By chaunce the stripling being strayde from all his companie, Sayde: Is there any body nie? Straight Echo answerde: I. Amazde he castes his eye aside, and looketh round about, And Come (that all the Forrest roong) aloud he calleth out. And Come (sayth she:) he looketh backe, and seeing no man followe, Why fliste, he cryeth once againe: and she the same doth hallowe. He still persistes and wondring much what kinde of thing it was From which that answering voyce by turne so duely seemde to passe, Said: Let us joyne. She (by hir will desirous to have said In fayth with none more willingly at any time or stead) Said: Let us joyne. And standing somewhat in hir owne conceit, Upon these wordes she left the Wood, and forth she yeedeth streit, To coll the lovely necke for which she longed had so much, He runnes his way and will not be imbraced of no such, And sayth: I first will die ere thou shalt take of me thy pleasure. She aunswerde nothing else thereto, but Take of me thy pleasure. Now when she saw hir selfe thus mockt, she gate hir to the Woods, And hid hir head for verie shame among the leaves and buddes. And ever sence she lyves alone in dennes and hollow Caves, Yet stacke hir love still to hir heart, through which she dayly raves The more for sorrowe of repulse. Through restlesse carke and care Hir bodie pynes to skinne and bone, and waxeth wonderous bare. The bloud doth vanish into ayre from out of all hir veynes, And nought is left but voyce and bones: the voyce yet still remaynes: Hir bones they say were turnde to stones. From thence she lurking still In Woods, will never shewe hir head in field nor yet on hill. Yet is she heard of every man: it is hir onely sound, And nothing else that doth remayne alive above the ground. Thus had he mockt this wretched Nymph and many mo beside, That in the waters, Woods and groves, or Mountaynes did abyde. Thus had he mocked many men. Of which one miscontent To see himselfe deluded so, his handes to Heaven up bent, And sayd: I pray to God he may once feele fierce Cupids fire As I doe now, and yet not joy the things he doth desire. The Goddesse Ramnuse (who doth wreake on wicked people take) Assented to his just request for ruth and pities sake.