Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Dear Inachus do not torment yourself, Nothing so lost, but may be found at length: For having seen no token of her death, There's of her life some hope. Behold, Amphrisus With this your ancient neighbour Appidanus, Peneus and others, as we moan your loss, So in our pity come to comfort you. OH, brackish not your waters with your tears, That yet run pure and fresh; but be of comfort. In vain you speak of what you cannot give, As I in vain lament mine Io's loss. How now, cursed Cow? What, start you at that name? I'll make your long horns shorter. Io, where? If under earth, I'll sand my springs in search As low as to the Centre, Io, where? If snatched up in the air, like dew exhaled, With eyes fixed upward I will still thus gaze, Till from the bosom of some gentle cloud, Thou drop into mine arms. Fair Io, where? I think the beast hath breezes in her tail, She cannot keep her still. But stay, what's he That leads the fairest Heifer tethered fast, That ever drunk of my streams; for Io's sake I love all creatures that are beautiful. How now you Harlotry? Thou churlish herdsman, I know thee, Argus, jealous Juno's Spy, Why canst thou be so fierce to one so fair? What's that to thee, or any of you all. Among all creatures Nature ever made, Some to have native beauty 'bove the rest, Commanding soft affection, this is such. With all mine eyes I spy no difference, But love all beasts as beasts. The more beast thou. But why should this, the fairest of all herds, Cast such a piteous moving eye on you, As wooing your acquaintance? And 'tis true, Where ere I go, her sad eye follows me, So she too, did not Argus keep her backe: See, see, how gently she endures my touch, And makes an offer (had she power) to speak. Hear, take these flowers, and now she kissed mine hand, Whilst piteous tears drop down her tender cheeks. What should I say? poor beast I pity thee, And all the good I can do is to grieve, Th' hast such a churlish Keeper. Inachus, I fear There's something greater in't. What greater can be, Unless there live some understanding spirit In this irrational and savage shape: What wouldst thou have, that in this bestial figure Beg'st human pity? what intends she, think you, By pawing on the ground? Observe her, brethrens, It seems she hath written something in the dust, And see, two letters are imprinted fair, As if it were my Io's Character, And here I read Io. Io: and see, in every step she hath trod, That word impressed.
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Deare Inachus do not torment your ſelfe, Nothing ſo loſt, but may be found at length: For hauing ſeen no token of her death, There's of her life ſome hope. Behold, Amphriſus With this your antient neighbour Appidan, Peneus and others, as we moane your loſſe, So in our pitty come to comfort you. O, brackiſh not your waters with your teares, That yet run pure and freſh; but be of comfort. In vain you ſpeake of what you cannot give, As I in vaine lament myne Io's loſſe. How now, curſt Cow? What, ſtart you at that name? I'le make your long hornes ſhorter. Io, where? If under earth, I'le ſend my ſprings in ſearch As low as to the Centre, Io, where? If ſnatcht vp in the aire, like dew exhal'd, With eyes fixt vpward I will ſtill thus gaze, Till from the boſome of ſome gentle cloud, Thou drop into myne armes. Faire Io, where? I thinke the beaſt hath breezes in her taile, She cannot keepe her ſtill. But ſtay, what's hee That leads the faireſt Heifer tether'd faſt, That e're drunke of my ſtreames; for Io's ſake I loue all creatures that are beautifull. How now you Harlatry? Thou churliſh heardſman, I know thee, Argus, jealous Iuno's Spy, Why canſt thou be ſo fierce to one ſo faire? What's that to thee, or any of you all. Amongſt all creatures Nature ever made, Some to have native beauty 'bove the reſt, Commanding ſoft affection, this is ſuch. With all myne eyes I ſpy no difference, But love all beaſts as beaſts. The more beaſt thou. But why ſhould this, the faireſt of all heards, Caſt ſuch a pitteous moving eye on you, As wooing your acquaintance? And 'tis true, Where ere I go, her ſad eye followes me, So ſhe too, did not Argus keepe her backe: See, ſee, how gently ſhe endures my touch, And makes an offer (had ſhee power) to ſpeake. Heare, take theſe floures, and now ſhe kiſt myne hand, Whileſt pitteous teares drop down her tender cheeks. What ſhould I ſay? poore beaſt I pitty thee, And all the good I can do is to grieve, Th' haſt ſuch a churliſh Keeper. Inachus, I feare There's ſomething greater in't. What greater can be, Vnleſſe there live ſome vnderſtanding ſpirit In this irrationall and ſavage ſhape: What wouldſt thou have, that in this beſtiall figure Beg'ſt humane pitty? what intends ſhe, thinke you, By pawing on the ground? Obſerve her, brethren, It ſeemes ſhe hath writ ſomthing in the duſt, And ſee, two letters are imprinted faire, As if it were my Io's Character, And here I reade Io. Io: and ſee, in every ſtep ſhe hath trod, That word impreſt.