Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
You use me like a sister, not a wife, My bed is still so empty. Now by Styx, An oath no god was ever known to break, Sign her release, she shall hereafter be To Iove as a mere stranger. Since by that you swear, What's past is lost, it cuts of future fear, Saving my quarrel, Mercury, to you. Madam, I did your servant no great wrong, ●ave teaching him to relish a new song. Where jars are mediated, vain it were Call injuries in question. As with Iupiter, With you we are atoned. Now Mercury, ●ince Iuno is appeased, fetch Io hither, her own native beauty, whom we will Restore unto her father. Sir I shall. OH Iupiter! o Iuno! Inachus, surcease exclaims, thy prayers have had access, ●hy tears been pitied, and thy loss bemoaned; Argus is slain, and fair Saturnia pleased, ●nd Io to her pristine shape restored. Thanks you immortal gods. Not sooner was this mighty Queen appeased, ●t the rough hair dropped from her tender skin, ●er horns fallen of, her eyes appeared to shine a less orb, her mouth and lips contracted ●oth into compass, and their native sweetness, ●●r shoulders are restored, fingers and hands; ●●r parted hoof divided into five, ●ow with two feet contented, for on them ●e straightway stood erect, and of a Cow, ●●ve whiteness, naught retaining, and even yet ●e fears to speak, jest she in stead of words ●ould bellow forth her mind. Yet will I dare ●ss give my father greeting. OH my child. I an still jealous of that face: What's he that makes but a mean sport of wedlock's breach, But thinks to violate an oath no sin, Though calling testates all the Stygian gods? Great King and Lord, Brother and Husband too, If I be worthy of those attributes Yourself have deigned, and all the gods approve, Grant me a second boon. For thy remissness In Io's late affliction, speak, 'tis granted. Than from these fields of Tempe banish her, As far as into Egypt. From her father? Be you pleased, And Iuno shall, I hope, be satisfied. Io, you shall to Egypt be confined, Be that your punishment for Juno's hate: Which executed you shall taste our love. In Egypt held a goddess thou shalt be, Adored and worshipped in thy heifers shape; Oblations shall be daily offered thee, And Incense burned to thy divinity, And this for ever. Iuno, in vain you sorrow, Jove's word is past, and cannot be revoked. And now with this one Maxim we conclude; Where lust is punished, though the blood be tainted, It (after such long Penance) may be sainted.
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You vſe me like a ſiſter, not a wife, My bed is ſtill ſo empty. Now by Styx, An oath no god was ever knowne to breake, Signe her releaſe, ſhe ſhall hereafter be To Iove as a meere ſtranger. Since by that you ſweare, What's paſt is loſt, it cuts off future feare, Saving my quarrell, Mercury, to you. Madam, I did your ſeruant no great wrong, ave teaching him to reliſh a new ſong. Where jars are mediated, vain it were Call injuries in queſtion. As with Iupiter, With you we are atton'd. Now Mercury, ince Iuno is appeas'd, fetch Io hither, her owne native beauty, whom we will Reſtore vnto her father. Sir I ſhall. O Iupiter! ô Iuno! Inachus, rceaſe exclaimes, thy prayers have had acceſſe, hy teares been pittied, and thy loſſe bemoan'd; Argus is ſlain, and faire Saturnia pleas'd, nd Io to her priſtine ſhape reſtor'd. Thanks you immortall gods. No ſooner was this mighty Queene appeas'd, t the rough haire dropt from her tender skin, er hornes fell off, her eies appeard to ſhine a leſſe orbe, her mouth and lips contracted oth into compaſſe, and their native ſweetneſſe, r ſhoulders are reſtor'd, fingers and hands; r parted hoofe diuided into five, ow with two feet contented, for on them e ſtraightway ſtood erect, and of a Cow, ve whiteneſſe, nought retaining, and even yet e feares to ſpeake, leſt ſhe in ſtead of words ould bellow forth her minde. Yet will I dare s give my father greeting. O my childe. I am ſtill jealous of that face: What's he hat makes but a mean ſport of wedlocks breach, But thinkes to violate an oath no ſin, Though calling teſtates all the Stygian gods? Great King and Lord, Brother and Husband too, If I be worthy of thoſe attributes Yourſelf have daignd, and all the gods approve, Grant me a ſecond boon. For thy remiſneſſe In Io's late affliction, ſpeake, 'tis granted. Then from theſe fields of Tempe baniſh her, As far as into Egypt. From her father? Be you pleas'd, And Iuno ſhall, I hope, be ſatisfied. Io, you ſhall to Egypt be confin'd, Be that your puniſhment for Iuno's hate: Which executed you ſhall taſte our love. In Egypt held a goddeſſe thou ſhalt be, Ador'd and worſhipt in thine heifers ſhape; Oblations ſhall be daily offer'd thee, And Incenſe burnt to thy divinitie, And this for ever. Iuno, in vain you ſorrow, Ioves word is paſt, and cannot be revok'd. And now with this one Maxim we conclude; Where luſt is puniſht, though the bloud be tainted, It (after ſuch long Penance) may be ſainted.