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Book I.
THE CHACE.
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In bloody Broils and Death. High o'er thy HeadWave thy resounding Whip, and with a VoiceFierce-menacing o'er-rule the stern Debate,And quench their kindling Rage; for oft in SportBegun, Combat ensues, growling they snarl, 195Then on their Haunches rear'd, rampant they seizeEach others Throats, with Teeth, and Claws, in GoreBesmear'd, they wound, they tear, 'till on the Ground,Panting, half dead the conquer'd Champion lies:Then sudden all the base ignoble Crowd 200Loud-clam'ring seize the helpless worried Wretch,And thirsting for his Blood, drag diff'rent WaysHis mangled Carcass on th' ensanguin'd Plain.O Breasts of Pity void! t'oppress the Weak,To point your Vengeance at the friendless Head, 205

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