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"In glaring Forms; the grapy Clusters spread
"On his fair Brows, and dangle on his Head.
"And whilst he frowns, and brandishes his Spear,
"My Mates, surpriz'd with Madness or with Fear,
"Leap'd over board; first perjur'd Mædon found
"Rough Scales and Fins his stiff'ning Sides surround;
"Ah what, cries one, has thus transform'd thy Look?
"Strait his own Mouth grew wider as he spoke;
"And now himself he views with like Surprize.
"Still at his oar th' industrious Libys plies;
"But, as he plies, each busy Arm shrinks in,
"And by degrees is fashion'd to a Fin.
"Another, as he catches at a Cord,
"Misses his Arms, and, tumbling over-board,
"With his broad Fins and forky Tail he laves
"The rising Surge, and flounces in the Waves.
"Thus all my Crew transform'd around the Ship,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
"Or dive below, or on the Surface leap,
"And spout the Waves, and wanton in the Deep.
"Full nineteen Sailors did the Ship convey,
"A Shole of nineteen Dolphins round her play.
"I only in my proper Shape appear,
"Speechless with Wonder, and half dead with Fear,
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"With him I landed on the Chian Shore,
"And him shall ever gratefully adore.
⁠"This forging Slave, says Pentheus, would prevail,
"O'er our just Fury by a far fetch'd Tale:
"Go, let him feel the Whips, the Swords, the Fire,
"And in the Tortures of the Rack expire.
Th' officious Servants hurry him away,
And the poor Captive in a Dungeon lay.
But, whilst the Whips and Tortures are prepar'd,
The Gates fly open, of themselves unbarr'd;
At Liberty th' unfetter'd Captive stands,
And flings the loosen'd Shackles from his Hands.

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