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The little Beast within his Reach,
Then starts, and seizes on the Wretch.
So from his Couch the Knight did start,
the Widow's Heart
Crying with hasty Tone, and hoarse,
Ralpbo, dispatch, To Horse, To Horse.
Aúd 'twas but time ; for now the Rout,
We left engag'd to seek him out,
By speedy Marches were advanc'd
Up to the Fort, where he ensconc'd ;
And all th' Avenues had possest
About the Place, from East to Weft.
That done, a while they made a Halt,
To view the Ground, and where t'assault :
Then calld a Council, which was best,
By Siege or Onslaught, to invest
The Enemy z And 'twas agreed,
By Storm and Onslaught to proceed.
This b’ing resolvid, in comely Sort,
They now drew up t' attack the Fort.
When Hudibras, about to enter
Upon another-gates Adventure;
To Ralpho call'd aloud to arm,
Not dreaming of approaching Storm.
Whether Dame Fortune, or rhe Care
Of Angel bad, or Tutelar,
Did arm, or thrust him on a Danger,
To which he was an utter Stranger;
That Foresight might, or might not blot
The Glory he had newly got ;
Or to his Shame it might be fed,
They took him napping in his Bed :
To them we leave it to expound,
That deal in Sciences profound.
His Courser scarce he had bestrid,
And Ralpho that on which he rid,
When, setting ope the Postern Gate,
Which they thought best to fally at,
The Foe appear’d, drawn up, and drillid,
Ready to charge them in the field.
This somewhat startled the bold Knight,
Şurpriz’d with th' unexpected Sight į
The Bruises of his Bonies and Flesh
He thought began to smart afresh ;
Till recollecting wonted Courage, His Fear was soon converted to Rage. And thus he spoke, The Coward Foe, Whom we but now gave Quarter to, Look, yonder's rally'd, and appears, As if they had out-run their Fears ; The Glory we did lately get, The Fates command us to repeat ; And to their Wills we must succumb, Quocunque trahunt, 'tis our doom. This is the same numerick Crew Which we so lately did subdue ; The self-fame Individuals that Did run as Mice do from a Cat, When we Couragiously did wield Our Martial Weapons in the Field To tug for Victory: And when We shall our shining Blades agen Brandish in Terrour o'er our Heads, They'll straight resume their wonted Dreads; Fear is an Ague, that forsakes And haunts by fits those whom it takes;
And they'll opine they feel the Pain
And Blows they felt to day, again.
Then let us boldly charge thein hoine,
And make no doubt to overcome.
This said, his Courage to inflame,
He call'd upon his Mistress name.
His Pistol next he cock'd anew,
And out his nut-brown Whinyard drew :
And placing Ralpho in the Front,
Reserv'd hiinself to bear the brunt;
As expert Warriors use: Then ply'd
With Iron heel his Courser's side,
Conveying Sympathetick speed
From heel of Knight to heel of Steed.
Mean while the Foe with equal Rage
And Speed, advancing to engage,
Both Parties now were drawnfo close,
Almost to come to Handy-blows.
When Orfin first let fly a Stone
At Ralpho; not so huge a one
At that which Diomed did maul
Æneas on the Bum withal
Yet big enough, if rightly hurld,
T’have sent him to another World
Whether above-ground, or below,
Which Saints twice dipt are destin’d to,
The Danger startled the bold Squire,
And made him some few Steps retire.
But Hudibras advanc'd to's Aid,
And rouz’d his Spirits half disınay'd,
He wisely doubting left the Shot
O'th' Enemy, now growing hot,
Might at a Distance gall, prest close,
To come, pell-mell, to liandy Blows,
And that he might their Aim decline,
Advanc'd still in an oblique Line ;
But prudently forbore to fire,
Till Breast to Breast he had got nigher :
Warriors use to do,
When hand to hand they charge the Foe,
This Order the advent'rous Knight
Most Soldier-like observ'd in Fight,
When Fortune ( as she's wont) turn’d fickle,
And for the Foe began to stickle