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Book III.
THE CHACE.
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Chace him from thence: needless their impious Deed,The Huntsman knows him by a thousand Marks,Black, and Imbost; nor are his Hounds deceiv'd;Too well distinguish these, and never leaveTheir once devoted Foe; familiar growsHis Scent, and strong their Appetite to kill.Again he flies, and with redoubled SpeedSkims o'er the Lawn; still the tenacious Crew 490Hang on the Track, aloud demand their PreyAnd push him many a League. If haply thenToo far escap'd, and the gay courtly TrainBehind are cast, the Huntsman's clanging WhipStops full their bold Career; passive they stand, 495Unmov'd, an humble, an obsequious Crowd,As if by stern Medusa gaz'd to Stones.So at their Gen'ral's Voice whole Armies haltIn full Pursuit, and check their Thirst of Blood.

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