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Rh The cunning Huntsman now cheers on his pack, The lurking hare is in an instant slain: Then opening loud, the beagles scent the track Right to the hill; while thondring through the plain With blythe huzzas advaunce the jovial train: And now the Groomes and Squires, Cowherds and Boys, Beat round and round the brake; but all in vain Their poles they ply, and vain their oathes and noise, Till plonging in his den the Terrier fiercely joys.

Expelld his hole, upstarts to open sky The Villain bold, and wildly glares around; Now here, now there, he bends his knees to fly, As oft recoils to guard from backward wound, His frothie jaws he grinds—with horrid sound The Pack attonce rush on him: foming ire, Fierce at his throte and sides hangs many a hound; His burning eyes flash wylde red sparckling fire, Whiles weltring on the swaird his breath and strength expire.