The bloudy Scar upon the Shoulder
Of Talgol with Promethean Powder,
And now was fearching for the Shot
That laid Magnano on the Spot,
Beheld the fturdy Squire aforefaid
Preparing to climb up his Horse-fide;
He left his Cure, and laying hold
Upon his Arms with Courage bold,
Cry'd out, 'tis now no time to dally,
The Enemy begin to rally:
Let us that are unhurt and whole
Fall on, and happy Man be's Dole.
This faid, like to a Thunderbolt
He flew with Fury to th' Affault,
Striving the Enemy to attack
Before he reach'd his Horfe's Back.
Ralpho was mounted now, and gotten
O'erthwart his Beaft with Active vaulting,
Wrigling his Body to recover
His Seat, and caft his right Leg over;
When Orfin, rushing in bestow'd
On Horfe and Man so heavy a load,
The Beaft was startled, and begun
To kick and fling like mad, and run,
Bearing the tough Squire like a Sack,
Or ftout King Richard, on his back:
Till ftumbling, he threw him down,
Sore bruis'd, and caft into a Swound.
Mean while the Knight began to rouse
The fparkles of his wonted Prowefs;
He thruft his Hand into his Hofe,
And found both by his Eyes and Nofe,
Twas only Choler, and not Bloud,
That from his wounded Body flow'd.
This, with the hazard of the Squire, T
Inflam'd him with defpightful Ire;
Couragiously he fac'd about,
And drew his other Piftol out.
And now had half-way bent the Cock,
When Cerdon gave fo fierce a Shock, in bu
With sturdy Truncheon, thwart his Arm,
That down it fell and did no Harm;
Then ftoutly preffing on with freed,
Affay'd to pull him off his Steed.
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The Knight his Sword had only left,
With which he Cerdon's Head had cleft,
Or at the least cropt off a Limb,
But Orfin came and rescu'd him.
He with his Launce attack'd the Knight
Upon his Quarters opposite.
But as a Barque, that in foul Weather,
Tofs'd by two adverse Winds together,
Is bruis'd and beaten two and fro,
And knows not which to turn him to:
So far'd the Knight between two Foes,
And knew not which of them t' oppofe.
Till Orfin, charging with his Lance
At Hudibras, by fpightful Chance,
Hit Cerdon fuch a Bang, as stunn'd
And laid him flat upon the Ground.
At this the Knight began to chear up,
And raising up himself on Stirrup,
Cry'd out Victoria's Lie thou there,
And I shall strait difpatch another :
To bear thee Company in Death:
But first I'll halt a while, and breath.
As well he might: For Orfin, griev'd
At th' Wound that Cerdon had receiv'd,
Ran to relieve him with his Lore,
And cure the Hurt he made before.
Mean while the Knight had wheel'd about
To breath himself, and next find out
Th' advantage of the ground, where best
He might the ruffled Foe infest.
This b'ing refolv'd, he fpurr'd his Steed,
To run at Orfin with full speed,
While he was bufie in the care
Of Cerdon's Wound, and unaware:
But he was quick, and had already
Unto the Part apply'd Remedy;
And seeing th' Enemy prepar'd,
Drew up, and stood upon his Guard.
Then like a Warrior right expert
And skilful in the Martial Art,
The fubtile Knight streight made a halt,
And judg'd it beft to stay th' Affault,
Until he had reliev'd the Squire,
And then (in Order) to retire;
Or, as occafion fhould invite ;
With Forces join'd renew the fight;
Ralpho by this time difentranc'd,
Upon his Bum himself advanc'd,
Though forely bruis'd his Limbs all o'er
With ruthless Bangs were stiff and fore.
Right fain he would have got upon
His Feet again, to get him gone;
When Hudibras to aid him came.
Quoth he, (and call'd him by his name) Courage, the Day at length is ours,
And we once more, as Conquerors,
Have both the Field and Honour won,
The Foe is profligate and run,
I mean all fuch as can, for fome
This hand hath fent to their long home;
And some lie fprauling on the Ground
With many a Gash and bloudy Wound,
Cafar himself cou'd never fay
He got two Victories in a Day,
As I have done, that can fay, twice I
In one Day, Veni, vidi, vici
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