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Bk III:359-401 How Juno altered Echo's speech.
Echo still had a body then and was not merely a voice. But though she was garrulous, she had no other trick of speech than she has now: she can repeat the last words out of many. Juno made her like that, because often when she might have caught the nymphs lying beneath her Jupiter, on the mountain slopes, Echo knowingly held her in long conversations, while the nymphs fled. When Saturnia realised this, she said, "I shall give you less power over that tongue by which I have been deluded, and the briefest ability to speak," and what she threatened she did. Echo only repeats the last of what is spoken and returns the words she hears.
Now when she saw Narcissus wandering through the remote fields, she was inflamed, following him secretly, and the more she followed the closer she burned with fire, no differently than inflammable sulphur, pasted round the tops of torches, catches fire, when a flame is brought near it. O how often she wants to get close to him with seductive words, and call him with soft entreaties! Her nature denies it, and will not let her begin, but she is ready for what it will allow her to do, to wait for sounds, to which she can return words.
By chance, the boy, separated from his faithful band of followers, had called out, "Is anyone here?" And, "Here" Echo replied. He is astonished, and glances everywhere, and shouts in a loud voice, "Come to me!" She calls as he calls. He looks back, and no one appearing behind, asks, "Why do you run from me?" and receives the same words as he speaks. He stands still, and deceived by the likeness to an answering voice, says, "Here, let us meet together." And, never answering to another sound more gladly, Echo replies, "Together" and, to assist her words, comes out of the woods to put her arms around his neck in longing. He runs from her, and running cries, "Away with these encircling hands! May I die before what's mine is yours." She answers only, "What's mine is yours!"
Scorned, she wanders in the woods and hides her face in shame among the leaves, and from that time on lives in lonely caves. But still her love endures, increased by the sadness of rejection. Her sleepless thoughts waste her sad form, and her body's strength vanishes into the air. Only her bones and the sound of her voice are left. Her voice remains, her bones, they say, were changed to shapes of stone. She hides in the woods, no longer to be seen on the hills, but to be heard by everyone. It is sound that lives in her.
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