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176 This, as they drew it forth, his Midriff tore, It's barbed Point the fleshy Fragments bore, And let the Soul gush out in Streams of purple Gore. But Damasiethon, by a double Wound, Beardless, and young, lay gasping on the Ground. Fix'd in his sinewy Ham, the steely Point Stuck thro' his Knee, and pierc'd the nervous Joint: And, as he stoop'd to tug the painful Dart, Another struck him in a vital Part; Shot thro' his Wezon, by the Wing it hung, The Life-blood forc'd it out, and darting upward sprung. Ilioneus, the last, with Terror stands, Lifting in Pray'r his unavailing Hands; And, ignorant from whom his Griefs arise, Spare me, O all ye heav'nly Pow'rs, he cries: Phœbus was touch'd too late, the sounding Bow Had sent the Shaft, and struck the fatal Blow; Which yet but gently gor'd his tender Side, So by a slight, and easy Wound he dy'd. Swift to the Mother's Ears the Rumour came, And doleful Sighs the heavy News proclaim; With Anger and Surprize inflam'd by turns, In furious Rage her haughty Stomach burns: First she disputes th' Effects of heav'nly Pow'r, Then at their daring Boldness wonders more; For poor Amphion with sore Grief distrest, Hoping to sooth his Cares by endless Rest, Had sheath'd a Dagger in his wretched Breast. And she, who toss'd her high disdainful Head, When thro' the Streets in solemn Pomp she led The Throng that from Latona's Altar fled, Assuming State beyond the proudest Queen; Was now the miserablest Object seen. Prostrate among the clay-cold Dead she fell, And kiss'd an undistinguish'd last Farewel. Then