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Noble Farnese, since you journey near, disdain not to visit your Iolas. The green wood calls you and the chattering waters of the stream call also. The little farm, which you gave, makes ready to greet you.
Noble lad, turn not from this lowly door; remember that Jove himself often visited the huts of shepherds.
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