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,

He gave

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

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,

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Though

.

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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