Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) classical legend or myth unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 492 words
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This she? whom I so long in vain have sought, Through forests, groves, and mountains, fields & floods? This she, whom I in finding shall most loose? OH miserable wretched Inachus, Moore miserable Io, thus transformed: I term thee lovely, till I known thee such; But when thy former beauty I record, Thou ugly art, misshaped, and terrible. Can the gods suffer this? Leave this your howling. Forbear, or in this cord I lead her forth, I'll strangle her. Dare not to follow me, There's danger in me both ways; she shall perish, And you must bleed. Come, Minion we will climb You craggy mountain top, a prospect fit For Argus only, who (not moving) can Behold at once from whence the four winds blow, And there with her I'll like a Beacon stand, To watch and to give warning. Will you drive? I say pursue me not, for if you do, I'll make her sure, and you repent it too. Why ptrow there. With what a piteous action, wailing tongue, She gave a loving, but a loathe farewell. But that the high Powers are not limitable, Who would believe this wonder possible. We must not question what the gods can do, Yet in the extremity of all extremes, And worst of bad's, despair not, Inachus. How easy 'tis for those that taste not grief, Bid others be of comfort. Reverend Sir,— There is no reverence due: not to the gods, If this be seen and suffered: OH my Io. With acclamations I will fill the Meads: In stead of prayers, I'll execrate and curse, And to the burden of mine untuned shrieks The rocks and caves shall echo to thy name. But Inachus.— But when your Channels swell, You can have dams and sluices to discharge Superfluous waters, jest your torrents rage; And will you bar the conduits of mine eyes To ease the flux of my surcharged heart? My care was, Io, to provide a man To be thy husband; but I now must find One of the bellowing herded to call me son: To have some pretty infant draw thy breast, But now must some pied urchin suck thy teats. But that I an immortal, and the doors And gate to death against me are debarred, I'd weep myself to nothing, and this Being Scatter among my floods, that mixed with them, They might (in less than drops) among their waves, Convey me to the all-devouring seas, To mix my brine with his, and be so lost; And lost, forgotten: But I an still the same, And Io, I'll still call upon thy name. How an I moved with Inachus exclaims? Why are the ears of gods kept open still, But first to hear, than pity? hast thou not, Mercury, Seen Io's tears? Perceived her scalding sighs, And even thus far herded her suspires and groans, Tortured beneath that Neatherd churlish groom, Moore savage than the beasts he feeds?
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This ſhe? whom I ſo long in vain have ſought, Through forreſts, groves, and mountains, fields & floods? This ſhe, whom I in finding ſhall moſt loſe? O miſerable wretched Inachus, More miſerable Io, thus transform'd: I terme thee lovely, till I knew thee ſuch; But when thy former beauty I record, Thou ougly art, miſhap'd, and terrible. Can the gods ſuffer this? Leave this your howling. Forbeare, or in this cord I leade her forth, Ile ſtrangle her. Dare not to follow me, There's danger in me both waies; ſhe ſhall periſh, And you muſt bleed. Come, Minion we will clime You craggy mountain top, a proſpect fit For Argus only, who (not moving) can Behold at once from whence the foure winds blow, And there with her I'le like a Beacon ſtand, To watch and to give warning. Will you drive? I ſay purſue me not, for if you do, Ile make her ſure, and you repent it too. Why ptrow there. With what a pitteous action, wailing tongue, She gave a loving, but a loath farewell. But that the high Powers are not limitable, Who vvould beleeve this wonder poſſible. We muſt not queſtion what the gods can do, Yet in th' extremitie of all extremes, And worſt of bads, deſpaire not, Inachus. How eaſie 'tis for thoſe that taſt not griefe, Bid others be of comfort. Reverend Sir,— There is no reverence due: not to the gods, If this be ſeen and ſuffer'd: O my Io. With acclamations I will fill the Meades: In ſtead of prayers, Ile execrate and curſe, And to the burthen of myne untun'd ſhreeks The rocks and caves ſhall echo to thy name. But Inachus.— But when your Chanels ſwell, You can have dammes and ſluces to diſcharge Superfluous waters, leſt your torrents rage; And will you bar the conduits of myne eies To eaſe the flux of my ſurcharged heart? My care was, Io, to provide a man To be thine husband; but I now muſt finde One of the bellowing heard to cal me ſonne: To have ſome pretty infant draw thy breſt, But now muſt ſome py'de urchin ſucke thy teats. But that I am immortall, and the dores And gate to death againſt me are debar'd, I'de weepe my ſelfe to nothing, and this Beeing Scatter amongſt my flouds, that mixt with them, They might (in leſſe than drops) amongſt their waves, Convey me to the all-devouring ſeas, To mix my brine with his, and be ſo loſt; And loſt, forgotten: But I am ſtill the ſame, And Io, I'le ſtill call vpon thy name. How am I mov'd with Inachus exclaimes? Why are the eares of gods kept open ſtill, But firſt to heare, then pitty? haſt thou not, Mercury, Seene Io's teares? Perceiv'd her ſcalding ſighs, And even thus far heard her ſuſpires and grones, Tortur'd beneath that Neatherd churliſh groome, More ſavage than the beaſts he feeds?