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The youths furround her with extended fpears;
But brave Chorobus in the front appears,

Deep in her breast he plung`d his fhining fword, 725
And hell's dire monfter back to hell reftor'd.
Th' Inachians view the flain with vaft furprize,
Her twifting volumes, and her rolling eyes,
Her fpotted breaft, and gaping womb embru'd
With livid poison, and our childrens blood.
The croud in ftupid wonder fix'd appear,
Pale ev'n in joy, nor yet forget to fear.
Some with vaft beams the fqualid corpfe engage,
And weary all the wild efforts of rage.


The birds obfcene, that nightly flock'd to tafte, 735 With hollow fcreeches fled the dire repaft;


And rav'nous dogs, allur'd by fcented blood,
And starving wolves, ran howling to the wood.
But fir'd with rage, from cleft Parnaffus' brow
Avenging Phoebus bent his deadly bow,
And hiffing flew the feather'd fates below:
A night of fultry clouds involv'd around
The tow'rs, the fields, and the devoted ground:
And now a thousand lives together fled,
Death with his scythe cut off the fatal thread, 745
And a whole province in his triumph led.

But Phoebus, afk'd why noxious fires appear,
And raging Sirius blafts the fickly year;
Demands their lives by whom his monfter fell,
And dooms a dreadful facrifice to hell.


Fortunate animi, longumque in faecula digne
Promeriture diem! non tu pia degener arma

Occulis, aut certae trepidas occurrere morti.
Cominus ora ferens, Cyrrhaei in limine templi 755
Conftitit, et facras ita vocibus afperat iras :

Non miffus, Thymbraee, tuos fupplexve penates
Advenio mea me pietas, et conscia virtus
Has egere vias. ego fum qui caede fubegi,
Phoebe, tuum mortale nefas; quem nubibus atris,
Et fquallente die, nigra quem tabe sinistri
Quaeris, inique, poli. quod fi monftra effera magnis
Cara adeo Superis, jacturaque vilior orbis,
Mors hominum, et faevo tanta inclementia coelo eft;
Quid meruere Argi? me, me, divûm optime, folum
Objeciffe caput fatis praeftabit. an illud

Lene magis cordi, quod defolata domorum
Tecta vides? ignique datis cultoribus omnis
Lucet ager? fed quid fando tua tela manufque
Demoror? expectant matres, fupremaque fundunt
Vota mihi. fatis eft: merui, ne parcere velles.
Proinde move pharetras, arcufque intende fonoros,
Infignemque animam leto demitte: fed illum
Pallidus Inachiis qui defuper imminet Argis,

Blefs'd be thy duft, and let eternal fame
Attend thy Manes, and preferve thy name,
Undaunted hero! who divinely brave,
In fuch a cause disdain'd thy life to save;
But view'd the fhrine with a fuperior look,
And its upbraided Godhead thus bespoke:



With piety, the foul's fecureft guard,
And confcious virtue, ftill its own reward,
Willing I come, unknowing how to fear;
Nor fhalt thou, Phœbus, find a fuppliant here.
Thy monfter's death to me was ow'd alone,
And 'tis a deed too glorious to disown.
Behold him here, for whom, fo many days,
Impervious clouds conceal'd thy fullen rays;
For whom, as Man no longer claim'd thy care, 765
Such numbers fell by peftilential air!

But if th' abandon'd race of human kind
From Gods above no more compassion find;
If fuch inclemency in heav'n can dwell,
Yet why muft un-offending Argos feel
The vengeance due to this unlucky steel?
On me, on me, let all thy fury fall,
Nor err from me, fince I deferve it all:
Unless our desert cities please thy fight,
Or fun'ral flames reflect a grateful light.
Discharge thy fhafts, this ready bosom rend,
And to the fhades a ghoft triumphant send;




Dum morior, depelle globum. Fors aequa merentes
Refpicit. ardentem tenuit reverentia caedis
Latoïden, tristemque viro fummiffus honorem
Largitur vitae. noftro mala nubila coclo
Diffugiunt. at tu ftupefacti a limine Phoebi
Exoratus abis. inde haec ftata facra quotannis
Solemnes recolunt epulae, Phoebeiaque placat
Templa novatus honos. has forte invifitis aras.
Vos quae progenies? quanquam Calydonius Oeneus
Et Parthaoniae (dudum fi certus ad aures
Clamor iit) tibi jura domûs: tu pande quis Argos
Advenias quando haec variis fermonibus hora eft.
Dejecit moeftos extemplo Ifmenius heros
In terram vultus, taciteque ad Tydea laefum
Obliquare oculos. tum longa filentia movit:
Non fuper hos divûm tibi fum quaerendus honores

genus, quae terra mihi: quis defluat ordo Sanguinis antiqui, piget inter facra fateri.

But for my country let my fate atone,

Be mine the vengeance, as the crime my own. Merit diftrefs'd, impartial heav'n relieves : 780 Unwelcome life relenting Phoebus gives;

For not the vengeful pow'r, that glow'd with rage,
With fuch amazing virtue durft engage.

The clouds difpers'd, Apollo's wrath expir'd,
And from the wond'ring God th' unwilling youth



Thence we these altars in his temple raise,
And offer annual honours, feafts, and praise;
These folemn feafts propitious Phœbus please:
Thefe honours, ftill renew'd, his antient wrath ap-

But fay, illuftrious gueft (adjoin'd the King)


What name you bear, from what high race you fpring?

The noble Tydeus ftands confefs'd, and known
Our neighbour Prince, and heir of Calydon.
Relate your fortunes, while the friendly night
And filent hours to various talk invite.

The Theban bends on earth his gloomy eyes,
Confus'd, and fadly thus at length replies:
Before thefe altars how fhall I proclaim


(Oh gen'rous prince) my nation or my name, Or thro' what veins our antient blood has roll'd? Let the fad tale for ever reft untold.


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