Suage

[...] Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mode Of flutes and soft recorders — such as raised To height of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle, and instead of rage Deliberate valour breathed, firm, and unmoved With dread of death to fligh or foul retreat; Nor wanting power to mitigate and suage With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds. [...]

suage the crowd