On Io’s seed may blow
A buffeting blast from her of black despairful woe.
ANTISTROPHE VIII.
O Jove, how then wilt thou be free
From just reproach of Libya’s daughters,
If thou in us dishonoured see
Him whom the heifer bore to thee
Whom thou didst chiefly love.
If thou from us shalt turn thy face,
What suppliant then shall seek thy grace?