By heaven, he echoes me,As if there were some monster in his thoughtToo hideous to be shown.
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.