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Book 12. 'Twas Eurytus began: His bestial Kind His Crime pursu'd; and each as pleas'd his Mind, Or her, whom Chance presented, took: The Feast An Image of a taken Town express'd. The Cave resounds with Female Shrieks; we rise, Mad with Revenge, to make a swift Reprise: And Theseus first, What Frenzy has possess'd, O Eurytus, he cry'd, thy brutal Breast, To wrong Perithous, and not him alone, But while I live, two Friends conjoin'd in one? To justifie his Threat, he thrusts aside The Croud of Centaurs; and redeems the Bride: The Monster nought reply'd: For Words were vain, And Deeds cou'd only Deeds unjust maintain: But answers with his Hand; and forward press'd, With Blows redoubled, on his Face, and Breast. An ample Goblet stood, of antick Mold, And rough with Figures of the rising Gold; The Hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in Air Full at the Front of the foul Ravisher. He falls; and falling vomits forth a Flood Of Wine, and Foam, and Brains, and mingled Blood. Half roaring, and half neighing through the Hall, Arms, Arms, the double-form'd with Fury call; To wreak their Brother's Death: A Medley-Flight Of Bowls, and Jars, at first supply the Fight, Once Instruments of Feasts; but now of Fate; Wine animates their Rage, and arms their Hate. Bold Amycus, from the robb'd Vestry brings The Chalices of Heav'n; and holy Things Of precious Weight: A Sconce, that hung on high, With Tapers fill'd, to light the Sacristy, Torn from the Cord, with his unhallow'd Hand He threw amid the Lapythæan Band. On Celadon the Ruin fell; and left His Face of Feature, and of Form bereft: So,