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THE CHACE.
Book II.
Why neighs the warrior Horse? From Tent to Tent, 305
Why press in Crowds the buzzing Multitude?
Why shines the polish'd Helm, and pointed Lance,
This Way and that far-beaming o'er the Plain?
Nor Visapour nor Golconda rebel;
Nor the great Sophy, with his num'rous Host 310
Lays waste the Provinces; nor Glory fires
To rob, and to destroy, beneath the Name
And specious Guise of War. A nobler Cause
Calls Aurengzebe to Arms. No Cities sack'd,
No Mother's Tears, no helpless Orphan's Cries, 315
No violated Leagues, with sharp Remorse
Shall sting the conscious Victor: But Mankind
Shall hail him good and just. For 'tis on Beasts
He draws his vengeful Sword; on Beasts of Prey
Full-fed with humane Gore. See, see, he comes! 320
Imperial Dehli op'ning wide her Gates,
Why press in Crowds the buzzing Multitude?
Why shines the polish'd Helm, and pointed Lance,
This Way and that far-beaming o'er the Plain?
Nor Visapour nor Golconda rebel;
Nor the great Sophy, with his num'rous Host 310
Lays waste the Provinces; nor Glory fires
To rob, and to destroy, beneath the Name
And specious Guise of War. A nobler Cause
Calls Aurengzebe to Arms. No Cities sack'd,
No Mother's Tears, no helpless Orphan's Cries, 315
No violated Leagues, with sharp Remorse
Shall sting the conscious Victor: But Mankind
Shall hail him good and just. For 'tis on Beasts
He draws his vengeful Sword; on Beasts of Prey
Full-fed with humane Gore. See, see, he comes! 320
Imperial Dehli op'ning wide her Gates,
Pours
