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Which I, her Sword-Bearer, do carry,
For Civil Deed and Military.
Nor shall these Words of Venom base,
Which thou hast, from their Native place,
Thy Stomach, pump'd to fling on me,
Go unreveng'd, though I am free.
Thou down the same Throat shalt devour 'em,
Like tainted Beef, and pay dear for 'em.
Nor shall it e'er be said, that Wight
With Gantlet blue and Bases white,
And round blunt Truncheon by his side,
great a Man at Arms defy'd
With words far bitterer than Wormwood,
That would in fobor Grizel ftir Mood.
•(heal; Dogs with their Tongues their Wounds do But Men with Hands, as thou shalt feel.
This said, with hafty Rage he snatch'd
His Gun-Ihot, that in Holsters watch'd ;
And bending Cock, he level’d full
Against th'outside of Talgol's Skull;
Vowing that he should ne'er stir further,
Nor henceforth Cow or Bullock murther,
But Pallas came in shape of Ruft,
And 'twixt the Spring and Hammer thrust
Her Gorgon shield, which made the Cock
Stand stiff as 'twere transform’d to stock.
Mean while fierce Talgol gath’ring might,
With rugged Truncheon charg’d the Knight.
And he with Petronel upheav'd,
Instead of Shield, the Blow receiv'd.
The Gun recoild, as well it might,
Not us’d to such a kind of fight,
And shrunk from its great Master's gripe,
Knock'd down and stunn'd with mortal ftripe
Then Hudibras with furious hafte
Drew out his Sword ; yet not so faft,
But Talgol first with hardy thwack
Twice bruis’d his Head, and twice his Back.
But when his nut-brown Sword was out,
With stomach huge he laid about,
Imprinting many a Wound upon
His mortal Foe the Truncheon ;
The trusty Cudgel did oppose
It self against dead-doing blows,
To guard its Leader from fell bane, And then reveng'd it self again. And though the Sword ( some understood ) In force had much the odds of Wood ; Twas nothing fo, both sides were ballanc't So equal, none knew which was valiant'st For Wood with Honour b’ing engag’d, Is so implacably enrag'd; Though Iron hew and mangle fore, Wood wounds and bruises Honour more ; And now both Knights were out of breath, Tir'd in the hot pursuit of Death ; While all the rest amaz'd stood ftill, Expecting which should take, or kill. This Hudibras observ'd, and fretting Conquest should be so long a getting, He drew
all his force into
One Body, and that into one Blow.
But Talgol wisely avoided it
By cunning flight ; for had it hit
The Upper part of him, the Blow
Had slit, as fure as that below.
Mean while th’Incomparable Colon,
Toaid his Friend began to fall on;
Him Ralph encountred, and straigiit grew
A Dismal Combat 'twixt them two :
Th’one arm’d with Metal, th’other with Wood,
This fit for Bruise, and that for Bloud.
With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard Crab-tree and old Iron rang ;
While none that saw them could divine
To which fide Conquest would encline,
Until Magnano, who did envy
That two should with so
By subtle stratagem of Brain
Perform'd what Force conld ne'er attain;
For he, by foul hap, having found
Where Thistles grew on barren Ground,
In haste he drew his Weapon out,
And having crop'd them from the Root
He clapp'd them underneath the Tail
Of Steed, with Pricks as Sharp as Nail.
angry Beast did straight resent
done to his Fundament,