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See! o'er the Plain some Trojan bends this way
Perhaps to spoil the Slain! or to our Host
Comes he a Spy? Beyond us o'er the Field
'Tis best he pass, then sudden from behind
Rush we precipitant; but if in flight
His active Feet prevail, thy Spear employ
To force him on our Lines, left hid in Shades,
Thro' the dusk Air he re-escape to Troy.

Then couching to the Ground, ambush'd they lay
Behind a Hill of Stain: onward the Spy
Incessant mov'd: He pass'd, and now arose
The fierce Pursuers. Dolon heard the sound
Of trampling Feet, and panting, listning stood;
Now reach'd the Chiefs within a Javelin's Throw,
Stern Foes of Dolon! swift along the Shores
He wing'd his flight, and swift along the Shores

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