Looking about, beheld Pernicion To fhield the Knight from further Harm; That down it fell, and with it bore Thy Thy felf and all that Coward Rabble How durft th' I fay, oppofe thy Curship Though all thy Limbs were Heart of Oake, To bear out Blows as that of Wood ? Which now thou fhalt----but firft our care Muft fee how Hudibras doth fare. And And gently op'ning Lid, the Cafement, Who thus bespoke the Knight: quoth he, As High, Victorious and Great, If you will give your felf but leave To make out what y' already have; That's Victory. The Foe for dread Nine-Worthinefs, is fled, Of your All, fave Crowdero, for whofe fake And |