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Behind, the troops advance. No way is feen
T'escape, or fcarce a glorious death to win.
No room with flaughter'd foes to ftrew the plain,
And bravely fall amidst a pile of flain.
A captive to the place he now appears,
Doubtful if death fhould move his hope, or fears. 710
In this distress a sudden thought inspir'd

His hardy breast, by great examples fir'd;
Bold Scæva's action he to mind recalls,

And glory won near fam'd Dyrrachium's walls;
Where, whilft his men a doubtful fight maintain, 715
And Pompey ftrove the batter'd works to gain,
Amidit a field of foes, that hemm'd him round,
Alone the brave Centurion kept his ground.

Here the original poem breaks off abruptly, having been left unfinished by the author.

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