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 The Stygian waters of my wordes unparciall witnesse beene. As soone as Juno was appeasde, immediately was seene That Io tooke hir native shape in which she first was borne, And eke became the selfesame thing the which she was beforne. For by and by she cast away hir rough and hairie hyde, Insteede whereof a soft smouth skinne with tender fleshe did byde. Hir hornes sank down, hir eies and mouth were brought in lesser roome, Hir handes, hir shoulders, and hir armes in place againe did come. Hir cloven Clees to fingers five againe reduced were, On which the nayles lyke pollisht Gemmes did shine full bright and clere. In fine, no likenesse of a Cow save whitenesse did remaine So pure and perfect as no snow was able it to staine. She vaunst hir selfe upon hir feete which then was brought to two. And though she gladly would have spoke: yet durst she not so do, Without good heede, for feare she should have lowed like a Cow. And therefore softly with hir selfe she gan to practise how Distinctly to pronounce hir wordes that intermitted were. Now, as a Goddesse, is she had in honour everie where Among the folke that dwell by Nyle yclad in linnen weede. Of her in tyme came Epaphus begotten of the seede Of myghtie Jove. This noble ympe nowe joyntly with his mother, Through all the Cities of that lande have temples t'one with toother. There was his match in heart and yeares, the lustie Phaeton, A stalworth stripling strong and stout, the golden Phoebus sonne. Whome making proude and stately vauntes of his so noble race, And unto him in that respect in nothing giving place, The sonne of Io coulde not beare: but sayde unto him thus: No marvell though thou be so proude and full of wordes ywus. For everie fonde and trifling tale the which thy mother makes, Thy gyddie wit and hairebrainde heade forthwith for gospell takes. Well, vaunt thy selfe of Phoebus still, for when the truth is seene, Thou shalt perceyve that fathers name a forged thing to beene. At this reproch did Phaeton wax as red as any fire: Howbeit for the present tyme did shame represse his ire. Unto his mother Clymen straight he goeth to detect The spitefull wordes that Epaphus against him did object. Yes mother (quoth he) and which ought your greater griefe to bee,