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Eurythus lifting up his Ax, the Blow
Was thus prevented by his nimble Foe;
A golden Cup he seizes, high embost,
And at his Head the massy Goblet tost:
It hits, and from his Forehead bruis'd rebounds,
And Blood, and Brains he vomits from his Wounds;
With his slain Fellows on the Floor he lies,
And Death for ever shuts his swimming Eyes.
Then Polydæmon fell, a Goddess-born;
Phlegias, and Elycen with Locks unshorn
Next follow'd; next, the Stroke of Death he gave
To Clytus, Abanis, and Lycetus brave;
While o'er unnumber'd Heaps of ghastly Dead,
The Argive Heroe's Feet triumphant tread.
But Phineus stands aloof, and dreads to feel
His Rival's Force, and flies his pointed Steel:
Yet threw a Dart from far; by chance it lights
On Idas, who for neither Party fights;
But wounded, sternly thus to Phineus said,
Since of a Neuter thou a Foe hast made,
This I return thee, drawing from his Side
The Dart; which, as he strove to fling, he dy'd.
Odites fell by Clymenus's Sword,
The Cephen Court had not a greater Lord.
Hypseus his Blade does in Protenor sheath,
But brave Lyncides soon reveng'd his Death.
Here too was old Emation, one that fear'd
The Gods, and in the Cause of Heav'n appear'd,
Who only wishing the Success of Right,
And, by his Age, exempted from the Fight,
Both Sides alike condemns; This impious War
Cease, cease, he cries; these bloody Broils forbear.
This scarce the Sage with high Concern had said,
When Chromis at a Blow struck off his Head,
Which dropping, on the royal Altar roul'd,
Still staring on the Crowd with Aspect bold;

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