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3. With Pleasure all the hideous Trunk survey; Then pull'd and tore the mangled Limbs away, As starting in the Pangs of Death it lay. Soon s the Wood its leafy Honours casts, Blown off and scatter'd by autumnal Blasts, such a sudden Death lay Pentheus slain, And in a thousand Pieces strow'd the Plain. By so distinguishing a Judgment aw'd, The Thebans tremble, and confess the God.



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