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( 17 ) And joins the secred senate of the skies. Nor yet the rage his boiling breast forsook, Which thus redoubling on Atrides broke: 0 monster! mix'd of insolence and fear, Thou dog in forehead but in heart a deer! When wert thow known in ambush'd fights to dare, Or nobly face the horrid front of war? 30() 'Tis outs the chance of fighting fields to try, Thine to look om, and bid the waliant die ; Só much 'tis safer through tio camp to go, And rob a subject, than despoil a foe. Scourge of thy people, violent and base! Sent in Jove's anger on a slavish race, Who lost io sense of generous freedom past, Are tam'd to wrongs, or this had been thy last. Now by this sacred sceptre hear me swear, ..Which never more shall leaves or blossoms bear, 31() Which sever'd from the trunk (as I from thee)