Begun to kick, and fling and wince,
As if h' had been beside his sense,
Striving to disingage from Thistle,
That gauld him forely under his Tail ;
Instead of which he threw the pack
Of Squire and Baggage from his back;
And blundring still with smarting Rump,
He gave the Knight's Steed such a thump
As made him reel. The Knight did stoop,
And fate on further side a-slope.
This Talgol viewing, who had now
By flight escap'd the fatal Blow,
He sally'd, and again fell to’t;
For catching Foe by nearer foot,
He lifted with such Might and Strength,
As would have hurl'd him thrice his length,
And dash'd his brains (if any) out,
But Mars, that still protecis the stout,
In Pudding-time came to his aid,
And under himn the Bear convey’d;
The Bear, upon whose soft Fur-Gown
The Knight with all his weighit fell down,
The
The Friendly Rug preserv'd the ground,
And headlong Knight from bruise 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 so well bear it.
The Bear was in a greater fright,
Beat down and worsted by the Knight.
He roard, and rag'd, and flung about,
To shake off bondage from his Snout.
His Wrath enfiam'd boild out, and from
His Jaws of Death he threw the Foam
Fury in stranger postures threw him,
And more than ever Herauld drew him.
He tore the Earth, which he had sav'd
From squelch of Knight, and storm'd and ravid,
And vext 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 so much hurt had done him,
As his own side did falling on him,
It griev'd him to the Guts, that they
For whom h' had fought fo many a Fray,
And serv'd with Loss of Bloud so long,
Should offer fuch inhumane Wrong ;
Wrong of unsoldier-like Condition:
For which he flung down his Comınission:
And laid about him, till his Nose
From Thrall of Ring and Cord broke loose.
Soon as he felt himself enlarg’d,
Through thickest of his Foes he charg'd,
And made way through th' amazed Crew,
Șome he o'er-ran, and some o'er-threw,
But took none ; for by hasty Flight
He strove t escape pursuit of Knight,
From whom he fled with as much Haftę
And Dread as he the Rabble chac'd.
In haste he fled, and so did they,
Each and his Fear a fev'ral way:
Crowdero only kept the Field,
Not stirring from the place he held,
Though
Though beaten down and wounded fore,
I'th' Fiddle, and a Leg that bore
One side of him, not that of Bone;
But much its better, th' Wooden one.
He spying Hudibras lye strow'd
Upon the Ground like Log of Wood,
With fright of Fall füpposed Wound,
And loss of Urine, in a Swound,
In haste he fnatch'd the wooden Limb
That hurt i'th' Ankle lay by him,
And fitting it for sudden 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 Detriinent
He and his Fiddle underwent.
But Ralpho ( who had now begun
T’adventure Resurrection
From heavy Squelch, and had got up
Upon his Legs wlth sprained Crup )
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