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The more shame for her Goody-ship,
To give so near a Friend the flip.
For Colon chusing out a Stonie,
Levelld so right, it thumpt upon
His Manly Paunch, with such a Force,
As almost beat him off his Horse.
He lost his Whinyard and the Rein;
But laying fast hold on the Mane,
Preserv'd his Seat: And as a Goose
In Death contractshis Talons close;
So did the Knight, and with one Claw
The 'Tricker of his Pistol draw.
The Gun went off : And, as it was
Still fatal to stout Hudibras,
In all his Feats of Arms, when leaft
He dreamt of it, to prosper best;
So now he far’d: The Shot let fly
At random, 'mong the Enemy,
Pierc'd Talgol's Gabberdine, and grazing
Upon his Shoulder, in the palling
Lodg’d in Magnano's brass Habergeon,
Who straight A Surgeon cry'd, A Surgem :
He tumbled down and as he fell,
Did Murther, murther, murther yell.
This startled their whole Body fo,
That if the Knight had not let go
His Arms, but been in Warlike Plight,
H' had won (the second time ) the fight.
As, if the Squire had but faln on,
He had inevitably done:
But he, diverted with the care
Of Hudibras his Hurt, forbare
To press th’ Advantage of his Fortune,
While danger did the rest dishearten.
For he with Cerdon b’ing engag'd
In close Encounter, they both wag'd
The fight so well, 'twas hard to say
Which side was like to get the day.
And now the busie Work of Death
Had tir’d them so, th' agreed to breath,
Preparing to renew the Fight;
When the Disaster of the Knight
And t' other Party, did divert
Their fell intent, and forc'd them part.
Ralpbo prest up to Hudibras,
And Cerdon, where Magnano was;
Each striving to confirm his Party
With stout Encouragements and hearty.
Quioth Ralpho, Courage, valiant Sir,
And let Revenge and Honour stir
Your Spirits up, once more fall on,
The shatter'd Foe begins to run :
For if but half so well you knew
To use your Victory as subdue,
They durft not after such a Blow
As you have giv’n them, face us now 3
But from so formidable a Soldier
Had fled like Crows when they smell Powder.
Thrice have they seen your Sword aloft
Wav'd o'er their Heads, and fled as oft.
But if you let them recollect
Their Spirits, now dismay'd and check’d,
You'll have a harder Game to play
Thanyet y' have had, to get the Day.
Thus spoke the ftout Squire ; but was heard By Hudibras with finall regard.
His Thoughts were fuller of the Bang
He lately took, than Ralph's Harangue ;
To which he answer'd, Cruel Fate
Tells me thy Counsel comes too late.
The clotted Blood within my Hose,
wounded Body flows,
With Mortal Crisis doth portend
My Days to appropinque an End.
I am for Action now unfit,
Either of Fortitude or Wit.
Foe begins to frown,
Resolv'd to pull my stomach down.
I am not apt upon a Wound,
Or trivial Basting, to defpond:
Yet I'd be loth my Days to curtail,
For if I thought my Wounds not Mortal;
Or that we'd time enough as yet
To make an hon'rable Retreat,
'Twere the best Course: But if they find
We fly, and leave our Arms behind,
For them to seize on ; the Dishonnur,
And Danger too, is such, I'll fooner
Stand to it boldly, and take Quarter,
To let them see I am no Starter.
In all the Trade of War, no Feat
Is nobler than a brave Retreat.
For those that run away, and ily,
Take place at least o'th? Enemy:
This said, the Squire with active speed
Dismounted from his bonny Steed
To seize the Arms, which by Mischance
Fell from the bold Knight in a Trance.
These being found out, and restor'd
To Hudibras, their nat'ral Lord,
As a Man may fay, with Might and Main
He hasted to get up again.
Thrice he assay'd to mount aloft,
But by his weighty Bum as oft
He was pull’d back, till having found
Th’ Advantage of the Rising Ground,
Thither he led his Warlike Steed,
And, having plac'd him right, with speed
Prepar'd again to scale the Beast.
When Orsin, who had newly drest