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He beat his Breast, and tore his Hair,
For loss of his dear Crony Bear :
That Echo from the hollow ground
His doleful Wailings did refound
More wistfully, by many times,
Than in small Poets splay-foot - Rhimes, :
That make her, in their ruful stories,
To answer to Int’rogatories,
And most unconscionably depose
To things of which she nothing knows :
And when she has said all she can say,
'Tis wrested to the Lovers fancy.
Quoth he, O whither, wicked Bruin,
Art thou fled to my----Echo, Ruine ?
I thought th' hadft fcorn’d to budge a step,
For fear, (Quoth Echo) Marry guep:
Am not I here to take thy part?
Then what has quell'd thy stubborn heart?
Have these Bones rattled, and this Head
So often in thy Quarrel bled ?
Nor did I ever winch or grudge it.
For thy dear fake. (Quoth she ) Mum budget,
Think'st thou 'twill not be laid i' th' dish
Thou turn’dst thy back ? Quoth Echo, Pislo.
To run from those th' hadst overcome
Thus Cowardly? Quoth Echo, Mum.
But what a-vengeance makes thee fly
From me too, as thine Enemy?
Or if thou hast no thought of me,
Nor what I have endur'd for thee,
Yet Shame and Honour might prevail
To keep thee thus from turning Tail:
For who would grutch to spend his Bloud in
His Honour's cause ? Quoth she, a Puddin.
This said, his Grief to Anger turn’d,
Which in his manly Stomach burn'd;
Thirst of Revenge and Wrath, in place
Of Sorrow, now began to blaze.
He vow'd the Authors of his Wo
Should equal Vengeance undergo ;
And with their Bones and Flesh pay dear
For what he suffer'd, and his Bear.
This being resolv'd, with equal Speed
And Rage he hafted to proceed
To Adion straight, and giving o'er
To search for Bruin any more,
He went in quest of Hudibras,
To find him out, where'er he was.
And if he were above ground, vow'd
He'd ferret him, lurk where he wou'd.
But scarce had he a Furlong on
This refolute Adventure gone,
When he encounter'd with that Crew
Whom Hudibras did late subdue.
Honour, Revenge, Contempt and Shame,
Did equally their Breasts enfleme.
°Mong these the fierce Magnano was,
And Talgol, Foe to Hudibras :
Cerdon and Colon, Warriors stout
And Refolute as ever fought :
Whom furious Orsin thus bespoke.
Shall we (quoth he ) thus basely brook
The vile Affrorit, that paultry Ass
And feeble Scoundrel Hudibras,
With that more paultry Ragamuffin,
Ralpho, with vapouring and huffing,
Have put upon us, like tame Cattel,
As if th' had routed us in Battel?
my part, it fall ne'er be said,
Ifor the washing gave my Head :
Nor did I turn my back for fear
O'th' Rascals, but loss of my Bear,
Which now I'm like to undergo:
For whether these fell Wounds, or no,
He has receiv'd in fight, are mortal,
Is more than all my Skill can foretel;
Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
But if I can but find them out
That caus'd it, ( as I shall no doubt,
Where e'er th' in Hugger-mugger lurk)
I'll make them rue their handy-work;
And with that they had rather dar'd,
To pull the Devil by the Beard.
Quoth Cerdon, Noble Orfin, th' haft
Great reason to do as thou say'st,
And so has ev'ry Body here
As well as thou hast, or thy Bear.
Others may do as they see
But if this Twig be made of Wood
That will hold tack, I'll make the Fur
Fly 'bout the Ears of that old Cur
And to other mungrel Vermin, Ralph,
That brav'd us all in his behalf.
Thy Bear is safe and out of peril,
Tho’lugg’d indeed, and wounded very ill ;
My self and Trulla made a shift
To help him out at a dead lift;
And having brought him bravely off,
Have left him where he's safe enough:
There let him reft; for if we stay,
The Slaves may hap to get away.
This said, they all engag'd to joyn
Their Forces in the same Design :
And forthwith put themselves in search
Of Hudibras upon their March.
Where leave we them a while to tell
What the Victorious Knight befell:
For fuch, Crowdero being fast
In Dungeon fhut, we left him last.