But who his Honour would defile,
To take, or fell, two Lives fo vile?
I'll give you Quarter; but your Pillage
The Conqu'ring Warrior's Crop and Tillage,
Which with his Sword he reaps and plows;
That's mine, the Law of Arms allows.
This faid in hafte, in hafte he felli

To rummaging of Sidropbel;

Firft, He expounded both his Pockets,

And found a Watch, with Rings, and Lockets,

Which had been left with him t' erect
A Figure for, and fo detect;

A Copper-Plate, with Almanacks.
Engrav'd upon't, with other Knacks,
Of Booker's, Lilly's, Sarah Fimmers,
And Blank-Schemes, to difcover Nimmers;
A Moon Dial, with Napier's Bones,
And feveral Conftellation-ftones,
Engrav'd in Planetary Hours,

That over Mortals had ftrange Powers,

To make 'em thrive in Law or Trade:

And Stab or Poyfon to evade

In Wit or Wisdom to improve,

And be victorious in Love.

Whachum had neither Crofs nor Pile,

His Phunder was not worth the while:
All which the Conq'ror did difcompt,

To

pay for curing of his Rump.

But Sidrophel, as full of Tricks
As Rota-men of Politicks,

Streight caft about to over-reach
Th' unwary Conq'ror with a Fetch,
And make him glad (at leaft) to quit
His Victory, and flie the Pit,

Before the Secular Prince of Darkness
Arriv'd to feize upon his Carcass:
And, as a Fox with hot Pursuit
Chac'd through a Warren, caft about
To fave his Credit, and among
Dead Vermin on a Gallows hung:
And while the Dogs ran underneath,
Efcap'd (by conunterfeiting Death)
Not out of Cunning, but a Train

Of Atoms juftling in his Brain,

As

As learn'd Philofophers give out :
So Sidropbelo caft about,

And fell to's wonted Trade again,

To feign himself in earnest, slain :
Firft ftretch'd out one Leg, then another,
And seeming in his Breaft to fmother,
A broken Sigh; Quoth he, where am I,
Alive, or Dead; Or which way came I
Through fo immenfe a Space fo foon?
But now I thought my felf i' th' Moon
And that a Monster, with huge Wiskers,
More formidable than a Switzer's
My Body through and through had drill'd,
And Whachum by my Side had kill'd,
Had cross-examin'd both our Hose,
And plunder'd all we had to lofe;
Look, there he is, I fee him now,
And feel the Place I am run through:
And there lies Whachum by my Side,
Stone-dead, and in his own Blood dy'd ;

Oh!

Oh! Oh! With that he fetch'd a Groan,
And fell again into a Swoon,

Shut both his Eyes, and ftopp'd his Breath,
And to the Life out-acted Death

That Hudibras, to all appearing,
Believ'd him to be dead as Herring.
He held it now no longer fafe,
To tarry the Return of Ralph,

But rather leave him in the Lurch

Thought he, he has abus'd our Church,
Refus'd to give himself one Firk,
To carry on the Publick Work;
Defpis'd our Synod-men like Dirt,
And made their Difcipline his Sport;
Divulg'd the Secrets of their Classes,
And their Conventions, prov'd high Places.
Difparag'd their Tythe-Pigs, as Pagan,
And fet at nought their Cheefe and Bacon
Rail'd at their Covenant and jear'd

Their Reveren'd Parfons, to my Beard;

For all which Scandals to be quit
At once, this Juncture falls out fit.
I'll make him henceforth to beware,
And tempt my Fury, if he dare:
He muft (at least) hold up his hand,
By twelve Free-holders to be fcann'd,
Who by their skill in Palmeftry
Will quickly read his Destiny ;
And make him glad to read his Lesson,
Or take a turn for't at the Seffion:
Unless his Light and Gifts prove truer
Than ever yet they did, I'm fure ;
For if he 'scape with whipping now,
'Tis more than he can hope to do;
And that will difengage my Confcience
O' th' Obligation, in his own Sense:
I'll make him now by force abide
What he by gentle Means deny'd,
To give my Honour Satisfaction,

And right the Brethren in the Action.