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Woe! woe! Oh keep her still!

Alas! oh never, never, had we thought

That tale so strange as this is should be brought

To our ears,

Nor that woes and pains and fears

Sad to bear and sad to see should thus

With a two-edged goading chill

The heart in us.

Woe! woe! Oh fate! oh fate!

We shiver looking upon Io's state.

Too soon ye make lament and are afraid;

Refrain until ye have been told the rest.

Speak, show the whole; 'tis good for the afflicted

Fully to apprehend the coming griefs.

Lightly ye won from me your former wish,

For first ye sought to hear her history

Of her own trials. And now hear the rest,