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126 A Hawk become, the feather'd Race's Foe, He tries to ease his own by other's Woe.

While they astonish'd heard the King relate These Wonders of his hapless Brother's Fate; The Prince's Herdsman at the Court arrives, And fresh Surprize to all the Audience gives. O Peleus, Peleus, dreadful News I bear, He said; and trembled as he spoke for Fear. The worst, affrighted Peleus bid him tell, Whilst Ceyx too grew pale with friendly Zeal. Thus he began: When Sol Mid-heav'n had gain'd, And half his Way was past, and half remain'd, I to the level Shore my Cattle drove, And let them freely in the Meadows rove; Some stretch'd at length admire the watry Plain, Some crop'd the Herb, some wanton swam the Main. A Temple stands of antique Make hard by, Where no gilt Domes, nor Marble lure the Eye; Unpolish'd Rafters bear it's lowly Height, Hid by a Grove, as ancient, from the Sight. Here Nereus, and the Nereids they adore; I learnt it from the Man who thither bore His Net, to dry it on the sunny Shore. Adjoyns a Lake, inclos'd with Willows round, Where swelling Waves have overflow'd the Mound, And, muddy, stagnate on the lower Ground. From thence a russling Noise increasing flies, Strikes the still Shore, and frights us with Surprize. Strait a huge Wolf rush'd from the marshy Wood, His Jaws besmear'd with mingled Foam, and Blood. Tho' equally by Hunger urg'd, and Rage, His Appetite he minds not to asswage; Nought