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BOOK II. The Ties of Friendship; every Man, as lead By Inclination, or vain Hope, repair'd To either Camp, and breath'd immortal Hate, And dire Revenge: Now horrid Slaughter reigns; Sons against Fathers tilt the fatal Lance, Careless of Duty, and their native Grounds Distain with Kindred Blood, the twanging Bows Send Showers of Shafts, that on their barbed Points Alternate Ruin bear. Here might you see Barons, and Peasants on th' embattled Field Slain, or half dead, in one huge, ghastly Heap Promiscuously amast: with dismal Groans, And Ejulation, in the Pangs of Death Some call for Aid, neglected; some o'erturn'd In the fierce Shock, lye gasping, and expire, Trampled by fiery Coursers; Horror thus, And wild Uproar, and Desolation reign'd   Rh