The more he read, the more they pitied it.
They look upon Daiphantus, he not seeing:
And wondered at him, but his sense was parted.
They loved him much, though little was his being,
And sought to cure him, though he was faint-hearted,
Ismenio thus, with speed resolves to ease him;
By a sweet song, his sister should appease him!
Ismenio was resolved he would be eased,
And was resolved of no means but by Music,