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But long under their fears they did not ftay,
For at firfl charge the Perjians ran away,
Which did fuch courage to the Grecians bring,
They all adored Cyrus for their King:
So had he been, and got the vi6lory,
Had not his too much valour put him by.
He with fix hundred on a Squadron fet, [^i^]
Of thoufands fix wherein the King was yet.
And brought his Souldiers on fo gallantly.
They ready were^ to leave their King and fly;
Whom Cyrus fpies cryes loud, I fee the man,
And with a full carreer at him he ran:
And in his fpeed a dart him hit i'th' eye,
Down Cyrus falls, and yields to deftiny;
His Hoft in chafe knows not of this difafter.
But treads down all, fo to advance their mailer;
But when " his head they fpy upon a Lance,
Who knows the fudden change made by this chance
Senfelefs & mute they ftand, yet breath out groans.
Nor Gorgons head like this transform'd to ftones.
After this trance, revenge, new Spirits blew.
And now more eagerly their Foes purfue;
And heaps on heaps fuch multitudes they laid.
Their Arms grew weary by their flaughters made.'"
The King unto a Country Village flyes.
And for a while unkingly there he lyes.
»" ftraight. -f They were about. ^ out.
« At laft. » Nor Gorgofis like to.
'f weake, through Ihiughters that they made.-
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