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Eyes my steps observing.

But unexpectedly a sudden fate

Robbed him of life; and I, fly-stung,

By lash divine am driven from land to land.

You hear what has been done; and if you have to say aught,

What's left of labors, speak; nor pitying me

Comfort with false words; for an ill

The worst of all, I say, are made-up words. Ch. Ah! ah! enough, alas!

Ne'er, ne'er did I presume such cruel words

Would reach my ears, nor thus unsightly

And intolerable hurts, sufferings, fears with a two-edged

Goad would chill my soul;

Alas! alas! fate! fate!

I shudder, seeing the state of Io.

Pr. Beforehand sigh'st thou, and art full of fears,

Hold till the rest also thou learn' st.

Ch. Tell, teach; for to the sick 't is sweet

To know the remaining pain beforehand clearly. Pr. Your former wish ye got from me

With ease; for first ye asked to learn from her

Relating her own trials;

The rest now hear, what sufferings 't is necessary

This young woman should endure from Here.

But do thou, offspring of Inachus, my words

Cast in thy mind, that thou may'st learn the boundaries of the way.

First, indeed, hence towards the rising of the sun

Turning thyself, travel uncultivated lands,

And to the Scythian nomads thou wilt come, who woven roofs