The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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Near midst thereof, soft Groans like some Tormented,
Strokes loud they heard; soon after that presented,
Through smaller Glade, more Dismal Sight to view;
Nor Danger much appear'd, 'twas Female crew:
Five mufled Hags did joyntly all surround.
With Birchin Rods a naked Man, fast bound.
Th' Hands ty'd to lofty Branch, the Feet both clos'd
To stump beneath, thus Gen'ral Mark expos'd:
Mouth (lastly) stopt, Exclaming barr'd thereby.
Orsamnes with Thersander drawing nigh,
The Body cloath'd, through constant Scourges there,
With Crimson Skin, Transform'd might ill appear;
Blood from most parts: like Anvile at their will,
So Scourg'd by those Infernal Beadles still,
As meant, like worst of Rogues, to Conjure out
His Vagrant Soul: oft crying thus the Rout;
Slave, Villain, we are Furies come to rend
Thy vilest Flesh. Such did their Garb porten'd.
Strokes loud they heard; soon after that presented,
Through smaller Glade, more Dismal Sight to view;
Nor Danger much appear'd, 'twas Female crew:
Five mufled Hags did joyntly all surround.
With Birchin Rods a naked Man, fast bound.
Th' Hands ty'd to lofty Branch, the Feet both clos'd
To stump beneath, thus Gen'ral Mark expos'd:
Mouth (lastly) stopt, Exclaming barr'd thereby.
Orsamnes with Thersander drawing nigh,
The Body cloath'd, through constant Scourges there,
With Crimson Skin, Transform'd might ill appear;
Blood from most parts: like Anvile at their will,
So Scourg'd by those Infernal Beadles still,
As meant, like worst of Rogues, to Conjure out
His Vagrant Soul: oft crying thus the Rout;
Slave, Villain, we are Furies come to rend
Thy vilest Flesh. Such did their Garb porten'd.
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