Begun to kick, and fling and wince, As if h' had been befide his fenfe, Striving to difingage from Thiftle, That gaul'd him forely under his Tail; Inftead of which he threw the pack Of Squire and Baggage from his back;
And blundring ftill with fmarting Rump,
the Knight's Steed fuch a thump
As made him reel. The Knight did stoop,
And fate on further fide a-flope.
This Talgol viewing, who had now By flight efcap'd the fatal Blow,
He rally'd, and again fell to't; For catching Foe by nearer foot,
He lifted with fuch Might and Strength, As would have hurl'd him thrice his length, And dafh'd his brains (if any) out, But Mars, that ftill protects the ftout, In Pudding-time came to his aid, And under him the Bear convey'd; The Bear, upon whose soft Fur-Gown The Knight with all his weight fell down,
The Friendly Rug preferv'd the ground,
And headlong Knight from bruife or wound: Like Feather-bed betwixt a Wall,
And heavy brunt of Cannon ball. As Sancho on a Blanket fell,
And had no hurt; ours far'd as well In Body, though his mighty Spirit, B'ing heavy, did not fo well bear it. The Bear was in a greater fright, Beat down and worfted by the Knight. He roar'd, and rag'd, and flung about, To shake off bondage from his Snout. His Wrath enflam'd boil'd out, and from His Jaws of Death he threw the Foam; Fury in ftranger poftures threw him, And more than ever Herauld drew him. He tore the Earth, which he had fav'd From fquelch of Knight, and storm'd and rav'd, And yext the more, because the harms He felt were 'gainst the Law of Arms ; For Men he always took to be
His Friends, and Dogs his Enemy:
Who never fo much hurt had done him, As his own fide did falling on him, It griev❜d him to the Guts, that they For whom h' had fought fo many a Fray, And ferv'd with Lofs of Bloud fo long, Should offer fuch inhumane Wrong; Wrong of unfoldier-like Condition: For which he flung down his Commiffion: And laid about him, till his Nofe
From Thrall of Ring and Cord broke loose. Soon as he felt himself enlarg'd,
Through thickeft of his Foes he charg'd, And made way through th' amazed Crew, Some he o'er-ran, and fome o'er-threw, But took none; for by hafty Flight He strove t'escape pursuit of Knight, From whom he fled with as much Hafte And Dread as he the Rabble chac'd. In hafte he fled, and fo did they, Each and his Fear a fev'ral way, Crowdero only kept the Field, Not ftirring from the place he held,
Though beaten down and wounded fore, I' th' Fiddle, and a Leg that bore One fide of him, not that of Bone; But much its better, th' Wooden one. He fpying Hudibras lye strow'd Upon the Ground like Log of Wood, With fright of Fall fuppofed Wound, And lofs of Urine, in a Swound, In hafte he fnatch'd the wooden Limb That hurt th' Ankle lay by him, And fitting it for fudden Fight, Straight drew it up, t'attack the Knight For getting up on Stump and Huckle," He with the Foe began to buckle, Vowing to be reveng'd for breach Of Crowd, and Skin upon the Stretch, Sole Author of all Detriment
He and his Fiddle underwent.
But Ralpho (who had now begun T'adventure Refurrection
From heavy Squelch, and had got up
Upon his Legs with fprained Crup)
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