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THE CHACE.
Book III.
Distain'd attest his Guilt. There, Villain, thereExpect thy Fate deserv'd. And soon from thenceThe Pack inquisitive, with Clamour loud, 165Drag out their trembling Prize; and on his BloodWith greedy Transport feast. In bolder NotesEach sounding Horn proclaims the Felon dead:And all th' assembled Village shouts for Joy.The Farmer who beholds his mortal Foe 170Stretch'd at his Feet, applauds the glorious Deed,And grateful calls us to a short Repast:In the full Glass the liquid Amber smiles,Our native Product. And his good old MateWith choicest Viands heaps the lib'ral Board,To crown our Triumphs, and reward our Toils.
Here must th' instructive Muse (but with Respect)Censure that num'rous Pack, that Croud of State,

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