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When strait a missive Spear transfix'd his Side,
By Abas thrown, and as he hung, he dy'd.
Melaneus on the Prince's Side was slain;
And Dorylas, who own'd a fertile Plain,
Of Nasamonia's Fields the wealthy Lord,
Whose crowded Barns could scarce contain their Hoard.
A whizzing Spear obliquely gave a Blow,
Stuck in his Groin, and pierc'd the Nerves below;
His Foe beheld his Eyes convulsive roul,
His ebbing Veins, and his departing Soul;
Then taunting said, Of all thy spacious Plains,
This Spot thy only Property remains.
He left him thus; but had no sooner left.
Than Perseus in revenge his Nostrils cleft;
From his Friend's Breast the murd'ring Dart he drew,
And the same Weapon at the Murd'rer threw;
His Head in halves the darted Javelin cut,
And on each Side the Brain came issuing out.
Fortune his Friend, his Deaths around he deals,
And this his Lance, and that his Faulchion feels;
Now Clytius dies; and by a diff'rent Wound,
The Twin, his Brother Clanis, bites the Ground.
In his rent Jaw the bearded Weapon sticks,
And the steel'd Dart does Clytius' Thigh transfix.
With these Mendesian Celadon he slew:
And Astreus next, whose Mother was a Jew,
His Sire uncertain: Then by Perseus fell
Æthion, who cou'd things to come foretel;
But now he knows not whence the Javelin flies
That wounds his Breast, nor by whose Arm he dies.
The Squire to Phineus next his Valour try'd,
And fierce Agyrtes stain'd with Parricide.
As these are slain, fresh Numbers still appear,
And wage with Perseus an unequal War;
To rob him of his Right, the Maid he won,
By Honour, Promise, and Desert his own.

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