And Cytherea all in sedges hid
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play [with] wind.
Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid
And how she was beguiled and surprised,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
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Third Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,