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But then we must about it straight,

Forcing the vallies' to repeat

185 Or else our aid will come too late ;

The accents of his fad regret : Quarter he icorns, he is so stout,

He beat his breast, and tore his hair,
And therefore cannot long bold out.

For loss of his dear crony Bear,
This said, they wav'd their weapons round 125 That Echo, from the hollow' ground,
About their heads to clear the ground,

His doleful wailings did resound
And, joining forces, laid about

More wistfully, by many times, So fiercely, that th' amazed rout

Than in small poets {play-foot rhimes, Turn'd tail again, and straight begun,

That make her, in their ruthful ttories, As if the devil drove, to run.

130 To answer to int’rogatories, Meanwhile they'approach'd the place where Bruin And most unconscionably depose

195 Vas now engag'd to mortal ruin:

To things of which the nothing knows; The conquering foe they soon aliail'd,

And wiven the lias said all the can say, First Trulla stav'd, and Cerdon tail'd,

'Tis wrested to the lover's fancy, Until their Mastives loos 'd their hold : 135 ' Quoth he, O whither, wicked Bruin, And yet, alas! do what they could,

Art thou fed? to my

-Echo, Rui. The worsted Bear came off with Atore

I thought thou 'adit scorn'd to bridge a step Of bloody wounds, but all before:

For fear. Qnoth Echo, Marry guep.
For as Achilles, dipt in pond,

Am not I here to take thy part?
Was anabaptiz'd free from wound, 140 Then what has quail'd thy Itubborn heart?
Made proof against dead-doing steel

'Have these bones rattled, and this head

205 All over, but the Pagan heel;

So often in thy quarrel bled ? So did our champion's arm defend

Nor did I ever winch or grudge ic All of him but the other end,

For they dear lake. Quoth the, Mum budget. His head and ears, which in the martial 145 | Think'st thon 'twill not be laid i' th'dish Encounter loft a leathern parcel :

Thou turn dft tly back? Quoth Echo, Pith. , 210 For as an Austrian archduke once

To run from those thou 'adit overcome, Had one ear (which in ducatoons

Thus cowardly? Quoth Echo, Mum. Is half the coin) in battle par'd

But what a vengeance makes thee fly Close to his head, so Bruin fared ;

159 l'rom me too, as thine enemy?" But tuggd and pull’d on th' other side,

Or, if thou haft no thought of me,

215 Like ícrivener newly crucify'd:

Nor what I have endur'd for thee, Dr like the late-corrected leathern

Yet shame and honour night prevail Ears of the circumcised brethren.

To keep thee thus from turning tail : But gentle Trulla into th' ring

195 For who would grutch to spend his blood in He wore in 's nose convey'd a string,

His honour's cause? Quoth lhe, a Puddin. With which the march'd before, and led

This faid, his grief to anger turn'd, the warrior to a grally bed,

Which in his manly stomach burn'd; As authors write, in a cool shade,

Thirit of revenge, and wrath, in place 3. Which eglantine and roses made ;

160 Of sorrow, now began to blaze. Close by a softly murmuring stream,

He vow'd the authors of his woe

225 Where lovers usd to loll and dreamı

Should equal vengeance undergo, There leaving him to his repose,

And with their bones and Aeth pay deas secured from pursuit of foes,

For what he suffer'd, and his Bear. And wanting nothing but a tong,

165 This being resolv’d, with equal speed And a well-turn'd theorbo hung

And rage he hasted to proceed

230 Upon a bough to ease the pain

To action straight ; and giving o'er = lis tugg'd ears suffer'd, with a strain

To learch for Brain any more, They both drew up, to march in quest

He went in quest of Hudibras, Of his great leader and the rest.

170 To find him out where'er he was ; For Orfin (who was more renown'd

And, if he were above ground, vow'd 235 for stout maintaining of his ground,

He'd ferret him, lurk where he would. In Itanding fight, than for pursuit,

But scarce had he a furlong on As being not to quick of foot)

This resoluce adventure gone, Was not long able to keep pace


When he encounter'd with that crew With others that pursued the chace,

Whom Hudibras did late fubdue.

240 But found himself left far behind,

Honour, revenge, contempt, and shame, Both out of heart and out of wind;

Did equally their breasts inflame. Griev'd to behold his Bear pursued

'Mong these the fierce Magnano was, So basely by a multitude,

190 And Talgul, foe to Hudibras; And like to fall not by the prowess,

Cerdon and Colon, warriors stout,

245 Bat numbers, of his coward foes.

. And relolute, as ever fought; He rag'd, and kept as heavy a coil as

Whiom furious Orfin thus bespoke : Stout Hercules, for loss of Hylas;

Shall we (quoth he) thus bafely brook


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The vile affront that paltry afs,

But all in vain : he 'ad got a hurt And feeble scoundrel, Hudibras,

250 O' th' inside, of a deadlier fort, With that more paltıy ragamuffin,

By Cupid made, who took his stand Ralplo, with vapouring and hurting,

Upon a widow's jointure land Have put upon tis, like tane cattle,

(For he in all his am'rous battles, As if they' had routed us in battle?

No’dvantage finds like goods and chattles), For my part, it shall ne'er be said

255 Drew home his bow, and, taiming right, I for the washing gave my head :

Let fly an arrow at the Knight ; Nor did I turn my back for fear

The shaft against a rib did glance, O'th' rascals, bue loss of my Bear,

And gall him in the partenance ;
Which now I'm like to undergo ;

But time had somewhat 'swag'd his pain,
For whether these fell wounds, or no, 260 After he found his fuit in vain ;
He has receiv'd in fight, are mortal,

For that proud Jame, for whom his soul
Is more than all my skill can foretel :

Was burnt in 's belly like a coal Nor do I know what is become

(That belly that so oft did ake, Of him, more than the Pope of Rome ;

And suffer griping for her fake, But if I can hot find them out

265 Till purging comfits, and ants' eggs 333 'That caus'd it (as I shall no doubt,

Had almost brought him off his legs) Where'er they in hugger-mugger lurk)

Usd him so like a base rascallion, t'll make them rue their handy work,

That old Pyg-(what d'y' call him) maliori, And with that they had rather dar'd

That cut his mistress out of stone, To pull the devil by the beard.

270 Had not so hard a hearted one. Quoth Cerdon, Noble Orfin, th' haft

She had a thousand jadith tricks, Great reason to do as thou say'ft,

Worse than a mule that Alings and kicks; And so has every body here,

'Mong which one cross-grain'd freak the hai, As well as thou hast, or thy Bear:

As insolent as strange, and mad; Others may do as they see good; 275 She could love none but only luch

333 But if this civig be made of wood

As scorn'd and hated her as much, That will hold tack, I'll make the fur

'Twas a strange riddle of a lady; Fly 'bout the ears of that old cur,

Not love, if any lov'd her: hey-day ! And th’ other mungrel vermin, Ralph,

So cowards never use their might, That brav'd us all in his behalf.

280 Put against such as will not fight. Thy Bear is safe, and out of peril,

So some diseases have been found Though lugg'd indeed, and wounded very ill; Only to seize upon the found. Myself and Trulla made a Thift

He that gets her by heart, must say her To help him out at a dead lift;

The back way, like a witch's prayer. And having brought him bravely off, 285 Meanwhile the Knight had no small talk Have left him where he 's safe enough:

To compass what he durft not ask : There let him reft; for if we stay,

He loves, but dares not make the motion; The flaves may hap to get away.

Her ignorance is his devotion : This faid, they all engag'd to join

Like caitiff vite, that for mifdeed Their forces in the same design,

290 Rides with his face to rump of steed; And forthwith put themselves, in search

Or rowing scull, he's fain to love, Of Hudibras, upon their march:

Look one way, and another move; Where leave we them a while, to tell

Or like a tumbler that does play What the victorious Knight befel;

His game, and look another way, For fuch, Crowdero being fait

295 Until he seize upon the coney ; In dungeon shut, we left him laft,

Just so does he by matrimony. Triumphant laurels feem'd to grow

But all in vain; her subtle snout No-where fo green as on his brow,

Did quickly wind his meaning out;
Laden with which, as well as cir'd

Which the return’d with too niuch scorn,
With conquering toil, he now retir'd 300 To be by man of honour borne ;
Unto a neighbouring castle by,

Yet much he bore, until the distress
To reft his body, and apply

He suffer'd from his ipiteful miftrefs
Fit med'cines to each glorious bruile
He got in fight, reds, blacks, and blues ;
To mollify th' uneasy pang

305 Of every honourable hang,

Ver. 315, 316.) In the two first editions of Which being by skilsul midwife dreft,

1663, this and the following line ftand thus : He laid him down to take his reft.

As how he did, and aiming right,

An arrow he let fly at Knight. Ver. 258.] of tbem, but losing of my Bear, 1674, Ver. 338.) Hey-day !--Hado! in all edities and all editions to 1704, exclusive.

eill 1704; thenaliered to Hey-day!

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biu Stir his stomach and the pain

When Hudibras, about to enter He had endur'd from her disdain,

Upon another-gates adventitre, Turn'd to regret lo refolute,

365 To Ralpho call'd aloud to arm, That he refoly'd to wave his fuit,

Not dreaming of approaching itorm. And either to renounce her quite,

Whether Dame Fortune, or the care Or for a while play least in light.

Of angel bad, or tutelar, This resolution being put on,

Did arın, or thruft him on a danger, He kept some months, and more had done, 320 To which he was an uitter stranger, But being brought so nigh by Fate,

That forefight might, or might not, blot The victory hic atchiev'd to late

The glory he had newly got; Did let his thoughts agog, and ope

Or to his name it might be faid,
A door to discontinued hope,

They took him napping in hits bed,
That seem'd to promiso he might win 375 To them we leave it to expound,
His dame too, now his hand was in ;

That deal in sciences profound
And that his valour, and the honour

His courfer scarce he had bestrid, He 'ad newly gain'd, might work upon her : And Ralpho that on which he rid, These reasons made his mouth to water

When setting ope the postern gate, With amorous longings to be at her.


Which they thought best co sally at, Quoth he, unto himself, who knows

The foe appear'd, drawn up and drillid,

445 But this brave conquest o'er my foes

Ready to clarge them in the field.
May reach her heart, and make that stoop, This soniewhat Itartled the bold Knight,
As I but now have forc'd the troop?

Surpriz'd with th' unexpected fight :
If nothing can oppugn love,

385 The bruises of his bones and Aer And virtue invious ways can prove,

He thought began to (mart afreth ; What may not he confide to do,

Till, recollecting wonted courage, That brings both love and virtue, too?

His fear was foon converted to rage, But thou bring'st valour too, and wit,

And thus he spoke: The coward fue, Two things that feldom fail to hit.

390 Whom we but now gave quarter to, Valour's a mouse-trap, wit a gin,

Look, yonder 's rally'd, and appears 455 Which women oft are taken in:

As if they had out-run their fears ; Then, Hudibras, why shouldīt thou fear

The glory we did lately get, To be, that art a conqueror ?

The Fates command us to repeat; Fortune the audacious doth juvare,

395 And to their wills we must succomb, But lets the timidous miscarry:

Quocunque to abunt, 'tis our doom. Then, while the bonour thou haft got

This is the same numeric crew Is {pick-and-span new, piping hot,

Which we so lately did fubdue,
Strike her up bravely thou hadst best,

The self-fame individuals that
And trust thy fortune with the rest. 400 Did run, as mice do from a cat,
Such thoughts as these thc Knight did keep, When we courageously did wield

465 More than his bangs, or fleas, froni feep; Our martial weapons in the field, And as an owl, that in a barn

To tug for vi&tory: and when Sees a mouse creeping in the corn,

We shallour thining blades agen Sits still, and shuts his round blue eyes, 405 Brandith in terror o'er our leads, As if he Nept, until he spies

They 'll straight resume their wonted dreads. 476 The little beast within his reach,

Fear is an aguc, that forsakes Then starts, and seizes on the wretch ;

And haunts, by fits, those whom it takes; So from his couch the Knight did itart,

And they'll opine they feel the pain To seize upon the widow's heart,

And blows they felt to-day again. Crying with hafty cone, and hoarse,

Then let us boldly charge them hone, 475 Ralpho, dispatch, to horse, to liorfe.

And make no doubt to overcome. And 'twas but time; for now the rout,

This said, his courage to inflame, We left engag'd to seek him out,

He call'd upon his mistress' name,
By speedy marches were advanc'd

Up to the fort where he eníconc'd,
And all th' avenues had pofseft,
About the place, from east to west.

Ver. 437.) Sed is the spelling used in all editions
That done, a while they made a halt
To view the ground, and where t' assault :

10 1704, inclusive. Altered to faid, 1610.

420 Then callid a council, which was best,

Ver. 444.) To sake obe field, and fally ar. In edit. By siege or onslaught, to invest The enemy; and 'twas agreed

1674, and the following ones, to 1704, exclu

five. By storm and onnaught to proceed. This being resolvid, in comely fort


Ver. 472.) And bannis by firs. Hounts by taras, They now drew up e attack the fort ;

in the two first editions of 1663.



His pistol next he cock'd anew,

Pierc'd Talgol's gabardine, and grazing 535 And out his nut-brown whinyard drew; 480 Upon his shoulder, in the passing And, placing Ralpho in the front,

Lodgid in Magnano's brass habergeon, Reserv'd himself to bear the brunt,

Who straight, A surgeon cry'd, A surgeon : As expert warriors use ; then ply'd,

He tumbled down, and, as he fell, With iron heel, his courser's side,

Did Murther, Murther, Murther, yell. 546 Conveying sympathetic speed

485) This startled their whole body fo, From heel of Knight to heel of steed.

That if the Knight had not let go Meanwhile the foe, with equal rage

His arms, but been in warlike plight, And speed, advancing to engage,

He 'ad won (the second time) the fight; Both parties now were drawn so close,

As, if the Squire had but fall’n on,

545 Almost to come to handy-blows,

490 He had inevitably done. When Orfin first let fly a stone

But he; diverted with the care At Ralpho; not so huge a one

Of Hudibras's hurt, forbare As that which Diomcd did maul

To press th' advantage of his fortune, Æneas on the bum withal;

While danger did the rest dishearten. $50 Yet big enough, if rightly hurld,

495 For he with Cerdon being engag'd T' have sent him to another world,

In close encounter, they both wag'd Whether above ground, or below,

The fight so well, 'twas hard to say Which saints twice dipt are destin'd to.

Which fide was like to get the day. The danger startled the bold Squire,

And now the busy work of Death

555 And made him some few steps retire ; 500 Had tir'd them so, they 'greed to breathe, But Hudibras advanc'd to 's aid,

Preparing to renew the fight, And rous'd his spirits, half dismay'd:

When the disaster of the Knight, He wisely doubting left the not

And th' other party, did divert
Of th' enemy, now growing hot,

Their fell intent, and forc'd them part.
Might at a distance gall, press’d close, 503 Ralpho preis'd up to Hudibras,
To come pell-mell to handy-blows,

And Cerdon where Magnano was.
And that he might their aim decline,

Each striving to confirm his party Advanc'd fill in an oblique line ;

With stout encouragements and hearty. But prudently forebore to fire,

Quoth Ralpho, Courage, valiant Sir, $65
Till breast to breast he had got nigher ; 510 And let revenge and honour ftir
As expert warriors use to do,

Your fpirits up; once more fall on,
When hand to hand they charge their foe. The Thatter'd foe begins to run:
This order the adventurous Knight,

For if but half so well you know
Most soldier-like, observ'd in fight,

To use your victory as subdue, When Fortune (as she's wont) turn'd fickle, 5151 They durft not, after such a blow And for the foe began to stickle.

As you have given them, face us now; The more shame for her Goody ship

But from so formidable a soldier To give so near a friend the flip.

Had Aed like crows when they smell powder. For Colon, chusing out a stone,

Thrice have they seen your sword aloft $75 Level'd so right, it thump'd upon

520 Wav'd o'er their heads, and fled as oft ; His manly paunch with such a force,

But if you let their recollect As almost beat hini off his horse.

Their spirits, now dismay'd and checkt, He loos'd his whinyard, and the rein,

You 'll have a harder game to play, But laying falt hold on the mane,

Than yer ye 'ave had, to get the day.

586 Preserv'd his feat: and as a goose

In death contracts his talons close,
So did the Knight, and with one claw,
The tricker of his pistol draw.

Ver. 545.) In the two first editions, for this The gun went off; and as it was

and the three following lines these two are uied, Still fatal to stout Hudibras,

530 In all his feats of arms, when least

As Ralpho might, but he with care
He dreamt of it to prosper best,

Of Hudibras his hurt forbare,
So now he far'd: the shot, let fly
At random 'mong the enemy,

Ver. 548.] In 1674, Hudibras bis wound, to 1704, exclusive.

Ver. 551.] He had witb Cerdon, &c. Edicions

1674 to 1704, exclusive. Ver. 523.) He loos'd bis «binyand. Thus it stands in the first editions of 1663. Altered, 1674, to,

Ver. 553.) So desperately. 1674, &c. He loos'd bis weapon : so it continued to 1700. Al Ver. 56c.) And force their jullen rage to part. Tlus tgred, 190.4, to, He loft bis wbyniard.

altered 1674 to 1704, exclusive.



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Thus spoke the stout Squire, but was heard And now was searching for the thot By Hudibras with small regard.

That laid Magnano on the spot, His thoughts were fuller of the bang

Beheld the sturdy Squire aforesaid, He lately took, than Ralph's harangue ;

Preparing to climb up his horse-ride; To which he answer'd, Cruel Fate

585 He left his cure, and laying hold Tells me thy counsel comes too late.

Upon his arms, with courage bold The knotted blood within my hose,

Cry'd out, 'Tis now no time to dally, That from my wounded body flows,

The enemy begin to rally ; With mortal crifis coth portend

Let us that are unhurt and whole My days to appropinque an end.

590 Fall on, and happy man be 's dole. Tam for action now unfit,

This said, like to a thunderbolt, Either of fortitude or wit.

He flew with fury to th' allault, Fortune, my foe, begins to frown,

Striving the enemy to attack Refoly'd to pull my stomach down.

Before he reach'd his horse's back. I am not api, upon a wound,

595 Ralpho was mounted now, and gotten Or trivial bafting, to defpond ;

O'erthwart his beast with active vau'ting, Yet I'd be loth my days to curtail ;

Wriggling his body to recover For if I thought my wounds not mortal,

His feat, and cast his right leg over ; Or that we'ad time enough as yet

When Orfin, rushing in, bestow'd To make an honourable retreat,

600 On horse and man so heavy a load, 'Twere the best course; but if they find

The beast was startled, and begun We fly, and leave our arms behind,

To kick and fling like mad, and run, For them to seize on, the dishonour,

Bearing the tough Squire like a fack, And danger too, is such, I'll sooner

Or stout King Richard on his back ; Stand to it boldly, and take quarter, 605 Till, stumbling, he threw him down, To let them see I am no starter.

Sore bruis'd, and cast into a lwoon. In all the trade of war no feat

Meanwhile the Knight began to rouse Is nobler than a brave retrcat :

The sparkles of his wonted prowess: For those that run away, and Ay,

He thrust his hand into his hose, Take place at least o'th' enemy.

610 And found, both by his eyes and nose, This faid, the Squire, with active speed, 'Twas only choler, and not blood, Dismounted from his bony steed,

That from his wounded body fitow'd To seize the arms which, by mischance,

This with the hazard of the Squire,
Fell from the bold Knight in a trance:

Inflain’d him with despiteful ire;
These being found out, and restor'd 615 Courageously he fac'd about,
To Hudibras their natural lord,

And drew his other pistol out;
As a man may say, with might and main And now had half way bent the cock,
He hatted to get up again.

When Cerdon gave so fierce a shock,
Thrice he essay'd to mount aloft,

With sturdy truncheon, thwart his arm, But, by his weighty bum, as oft


That down it fell, and did no harm; He was pull'd back, lill having found

Then stoutly pressing on with speed, Th’advantage of the rising ground,

Altay'd to pull him off his steed. Thither he led his warlike steed,

The Knight his sword had only left, And having plac'd him right, with speed

With which he Cerdon's head had cleft, Prepar'd again to scale the beast;

Or at the least crop'd off a limb, When Orfin, who had newly dreft

But Orsin came, and rescued him. The bloody scar ripon the shoulder

He with his lance attack'd the Knight
Of Talgol with Promethean powder,

Upon his quarters opposite:
But as a barque, that in foul weather,
Tois'd by two adverse winds together,

Is bruis’d and beaten to and fro,
Ver. 587.] The knotted blood. Thus it is in all

And knows not which to turn him to; editions to 1710, and then altered to cloned blood.

So far’d the Knight between two foes, Ver. 597.] Curtal, In all editions to 1704, in

And knew not which of them t'oppose ; clusive.

Till Orsin, charging with his lance

At Hudibras, by spiteful clancc Ver. 609, 610.) Not in the two first editions

Hit Cerdon such a bang, as stunnid of 1663, but added in 1674

And laid him Alat upon the ground, Ver. 617.)

At this the Knight began to cheer up,

And, raising ap himself on stirrup, The active Squire, with might and main, Cry'd out, Victoria ; lie thou there, Prepar'd in haste to mount again.

And I thall Itraight dispatch another

To bear thee coinpany in death ; Thas altered 1694. Restorid 2704

But first I'll halt a while, and breathe









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