2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight
A donis painted by a running brook,
A nd Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
E ven as the waving sedges play with wind.
Lord. We’ll show thee Io as she was a maid,
A nd how she was beguiled and surpris’d,
A s lively painted as the deed was done.
3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
S cratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
A nd at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
S o workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
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