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40 In sad Procession with a Robe repair, Beat their white Breasts, and rend their golden Hair. Unmov’d with Pray’rs, disdainfully she frown’d, And fixt her Eyes, relentless, on the Ground. here, his Vengeance to enjoy, Thrice dragg’d brave round the Walls of : Then to the mournful Sire, the Victor sold The breathless Body of his Son, for Gold. His Groans now deepened, and new Tears he shed, To see the Spoils, and Chariot of the Dead, And both his trembling Hands extend, And, gash’d with Wounds, his dear disfigur’d Friend. Mixt with the Grecian Peers, and hostile Train, Himself he view’d, conspicuous in the Plain. And swarthy, glorious to behold, His Eastern Hosts, and Arms that flame with Gold. With Fury storm’d there, And led, with moony Shields, her to War; Around