Prom. 'Tis thy work, Io, to grant these their wish,
On other grounds and as thy father's kin:[[173]]
For to bewail and moan one's evil chance,
Here where one trusts to gain a pitying tear
From those who hear,—this is not labour lost.
Io. I know not how to disobey your wish;
So ye shall learn the whole that ye desire
In speech full clear. And yet I blush to tell
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The storm that came from God, and brought the loss