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The Foe is nnmerous that we
Cannot so often vincere,
As they perire, and yet enow
Be left to strike an after-Blow
Then left they rally and once more
Put us to fight, the Bus'ness o'er,
Get up and mount thy Steed, dispatch.
And let us both their motions watch.

Quoth Ralph, I shou'd not, If I were
In case for A&ion, now be here;
Nor have I turn'd my back, or hang'd
An Arse, for fear of being bang’d;
It was for you I got these Harms,
Advent’ring to fetch off your Arms.
The Blows and Drubs I have receiv'd
Have brais'd my Body, and bereavd
My Limbs of Strength: unless you stoop
And reach your hand to pull me up,
I shall lie here, and be a Prey
To those who now are run away.

That shalt thou not, (quoth Hudibras:)
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More Honourable far, Servare
Civem, than slay an Adverfary ;
The one we oft to day have done ;
The other shall dispatch anon:
And though th' art of a diff'rent Church,
I will not leave thee in the lurch.
This said, he jogg'd his good Steed nigher,
And steer'd him gently toward the Squire.
Then Bowing down his Body, stretcht,
His Hand out, and at Ralpho reach't;
When Trulla, whom he did not mind,
Charg'd hiin like Lightning behind.
She had been long in search about
Magnano's Wound, to find it out ;
But could find none, nor where the shot
That had so startled him was got.
But having found the worst was past,
She fell to her own work at last,
The pillage of the Prisoners,
Which in all Feats of Arms was hers:
And now to plunder Ralph, she flew,
When Hudibras his hard Fate drew

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To fuccour him ; for as he bow'd .
To help him up, she laid a Load
Of Blowsso heavy, and plac'd so well,
On t'other side, that down he fell.

Yeild, Scoundrel base, (quoth she) or dye ;
Thy Life is mine and Liberty.
But if thou think'st I took thee tardy,
And dar' st presume to be so hardy,
To try thy Fortune o'er a-fresh,
I'll wave my Title to thy Flesh,
Thy Arms and Baggage, now my Right :
And, if thou hast the Heart to try't,
I'll lend thee back thy self a while,
And once more for that Carcass vile,
Fight upon tick---Quoth Hudibras,
Thou offerst nobly, valiant Lass,
And I shall take thee at thy word,
First let me rise, and take my Sword ;
That Sword, which has so oft this Day
Through Squadrons of my Foesmade way,
And some to other Worlds dispatch't,
Now with a feeble Spinster matcht,

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Will blush with Bloud ignoble ftain'd,
By which no Honour's to be gain'd.
But if thou'lt take m' Advice in this,
Consider while thou mayst, what 'tis
To interrupt a Victor's Course,
B' opposing such a trivial Force :
For if with Conquest I come off,
(And that I shall do sure enough)
Quarter thou canst not have, nor Grace,
By Law of Arms in such a Cafe;
Both which I now do offer freely.

I scorn (quoth she ) thou Coxcomb filly,
(Clapping her hand upon her Breech,
To fhew how much the priz'd his Speech
Quarter, or Counsel from a Foe :
If thou canst force me to it, do.
But left it should again be sed,
When I have once more won thy Head,
I took the napping, unprepard,
Arm and betake thee to thy Guard.

This said, she to her Tackle fell,
And on the Knight let fall a Peal

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Of Blows fo fierce, and prest so home,
That he retir'd, and follow'd's Bum.
Stand to't (quoth fhe) or yield to Mercy,
It is not fighting Arsie-versie
Shall serve thy turn--- This stirr'd his Spleen
More than the Danger he was in,
The blows he felt, or was to feel,
Although th' already made him reel
Honour, Despight, Revenge and Shame,
At once into his stomach came

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Which fir'd it fo, he rais'd his Arm
Above his Head, and rain'd a storm
Of blows, so terrible and thick,
As if he meant to hash her quick,
But she upon her Truncheon took them,
And by oblique diversion broke them,
Waiting an opportunity
To pay all back with usury.
Which long she fail'd not of, for nok
The Knight with one dead-doing blow
Resolving to decide the fight,
And she with quick and cunning flight

Avoiding

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