Hunt II Lyrics

Inhabitants of this barbaric land

Will you not rein your steeds, will you not fly

Along the shore, to seize whate'er this skiff

Of Greece casts forth; and, for your goddess roused

Hunt down these impious men? Will you not launch

Instant your swift-oar'd barks, by sea, by land

To catch them, from the rugged rock to hurl

Their bodies, or impale them on the stake?

But for you, women, in these dark designs

Accomplices, hereafter, as I find

Convenient leisure, I will punish you

Th' occasion urges now, and gives no pause