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WHILE Perseus entertain'd with this report	A
His father Cepheus and the list'ning court	A
Within the palace walls was heard aloud	B
The roaring noise of some unruly crowd	B
Not like the songs which chearful friends prepare	C
For nuptial days but sounds that threaten'd war	D
And all the pleasures of this happy feast	E
To tumult turn'd in wild disorder ceas'd	E
So when the sea is calm we often find	F
A storm rais'd sudden by some furious wind	F
The Story of Chief in the riot Phineus first appear'd	G
Perseus The rash ringleader of this boist'rous herd	H
continu'd And brandishing his brazen pointed lance	I
Behold he said an injur'd man advance	I
Stung with resentment for his ravish'd wife	J
Nor shall thy wings o Perseus save thy life	J
Nor Jove himself tho' we've been often told	K
Who got thee in the form of tempting gold	K
His lance was aim'd when Cepheus ran and said	L
Hold brother hold what brutal rage has made	M
Your frantick mind so black a crime conceive	N
Are these the thanks that you to Perseus give	O
This the reward that to his worth you pay	P
Whose timely valour sav'd Andromeda	Q
Nor was it he if you would reason right	R
That forc'd her from you but the jealous spight	R
Of envious Nereids and Jove's high decree	S
And that devouring monster of the sea	S
That ready with his jaws wide gaping stood	T
To eat my child the fairest of my blood	U
You lost her then when she seem'd past relief	V
And wish'd perhaps her death to ease your grief	V
With my afflictions not content to view	W
Andromeda in chains unhelp'd by you	W
Her spouse and uncle will you grieve that he	S
Expos'd his life the dying maid to free	S
And shall you claim his merit Had you thought	X
Her charms so great you shou'd have bravely sought	X
That blessing on the rocks where fix'd she lay	P
But now let Perseus bear his prize away	P
By service gain'd by promis'd faith possess'd	Y
To him I owe it that my age is bless'd	Y
Still with a child Nor think that I prefer	Z
Perseus to thee but to the loss of her	Z
Phineus on him and Perseus roul'd about	A2
His eyes in silent rage and seem'd to doubt	A2
Which to destroy 'till resolute at length	B2
He threw his spear with the redoubled strength	B2
His fury gave him and at Perseus struck	C2
But missing Perseus in his seat it stuck	C2
Who springing nimbly up return'd the dart	D2
And almost plung'd it in his rival's heart	D2
But he for safety to the altar ran	E2
Unfit protection for so vile a man	E2
Yet was the stroke not vain as Rhaetus found	F2
Who in his brow receiv'd a mortal wound	F2
Headlong he tumbled when his skull was broke	G2
From which his friends the fatal weapon took	H2
While he lay trembling and his gushing blood	U
In crimson streams around the table flow'd	I2
But this provok'd th' unruly rabble worse	J2
They flung their darts and some in loud discourse	K2
To death young Perseus and the monarch doom	L2
But Cepheus left before the guilty room	L2
With grief appealing to the Gods above	M2
Who laws of hospitality approve	N2
Who faith protect and succour injur'd right	R
That he was guiltless of this barb'rous fight	R
Pallas her brother Perseus close attends	O2
And with her ample shield from harm defends	O2
Raising a sprightly courage in his heart	D2
But Indian Athis took the weaker part	D2
Born in the chrystal grottoes of the sea	S
Limnate's son a fenny nymph and she	S
Daughter of Ganges graceful was his mein	P2
His person lovely and his age sixteen	P2
His habit made his native beauty more	D
A purple mantle fring'd with gold he wore	D
His neck well turn'd with golden chains was grac'd	Q2
His hair with myrrh perfum'd was nicely dress'd	Y
Tho' with just aim he cou'd the javelin throw	R2
Yet with more skill he drew the bending bow	S2
And now was drawing it with artful hand	T2
When Perseus snatching up a flaming brand	T2
Whirl'd sudden at his face the burning wood	T
Crush'd his eyes in and quench'd the fire with	U2
blood	U
Thro' the soft skin the splinter'd bones appear	V2
And spoil'd the face that lately was so fair	C
When Lycabas his Athis thus beheld	U
How was his heart with friendly horror fill'd	U
A youth so noble to his soul so dear	V2
To see his shapeless look his dying groans to	U
hear	W2
He snatch'd the bow the boy was us'd to bend	U
And cry'd With me false traytor dare contend	U
Boast not a conquest o'er a child but try	X2
Thy strength with me who all thy pow'rs defy	X2
Nor think so mean an act a victory	S
While yet he spoke he flung the whizzing dart	U
Which pierc'd the plaited robe but miss'd his	Y2
heart	U
Perseus defy'd upon him fiercely press'd	U
With sword unsheath'd and plung'd it in his	Y2
breast	U
His eyes o'erwhelm'd with night he stumbling	Z2
falls	A3
And with his latest breath on Athis calls	A3
Pleas'd that so near the lovely youth he lies	B3
He sinks his head upon his friend and dies	B3
Next eager Phorbas old Methion's son	C3
Came rushing forward with Amphimedon	C3
When the smooth pavement slippery made with gore	D
Trip'd up their feet and flung 'em on the floor	D
The sword of Perseus who by chance was nigh	X2
Prevents their rise and where they fall they lye	X2
Full in his ribs Amphimedon he smote	U
And then stuck fiery Phorbas in the throat	U
Eurythus lifting up his ax the blow	R2
Was thus prevented by his nimble foe	R2
A golden cup he seizes high embost	U
And at his head the massy goblet tost	U
It hits and from his forehead bruis'd rebounds	D3
And blood and brains he vomits from his wounds	E3
With his slain fellows on the floor he lies	B3
And death for ever shuts his swimming eyes	B3
Then Polydaemon fell a Goddess born	C3
Phlegias and Elycen with locks unshorn	C3

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