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LVIII.
By Thee Psicharpax fell, the Mouse reply'd,
If Death so terrible appear, dye Thou.
With cruel Spear he lanc'd his naked Side,
Warm Streams of vital Blood his Arms o'erflow.
575 His panting Bosom heaves with dying Sighs,
Hard lab'ring to retain departing Breath;
At length he yields; black Darkness veils his Eyes,
Seal'd in eternal Sleep of Iron Death.
Nor strive the Frogs to screen their Leader slain,
580 From greedy Victor's Spoil, or Fun'ral Rites to gain.

LIX.
Amidst the Press young Meridarpax^[1] fought
Artepibulus'^[2] Son, a Mouse divine!

1. v. 581. Meridarpax.] One who plunders his Share.
2. v. 582. Artepibulus.] One who has designs upon Bread.

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