But Hudilras was well prepard,
And stoutly stood upon his Guard :
He put by Sidrophelo's Thrust,
And in right manfully he rusht;
The Weapon from his Gripe he wrung,
And laid him on the Earth along.
Whachum, his Sea-coal-Prong threw by,
And basely turn’d his Back to flie;
But Hudibras gave him a Twitch
As quick as Lightning, in the Breech,
Just in the place where Honozłr's Lodg'd,
As wise Philofophers hav'd judgid;
Because a Kick in that Part; more
Hurts Honour, than deep Wounds before,

Quoth Hudibras, the Stars deterinine
You are my Prisoners ; base Vermine
Could they not tell you so, as well ;
As what I came to know foretel?
By this what Cheats you are we find,
That in your own Concerns are blind;
Your Lives are now at my Dispose,"
To be redeem'd by Fine, or Blows:

But

But who his Honour would defile,
To take, or sell, 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 said in hafte, in haste he felli
To runmaging of Sidropbel;
First, He expounded both his Pockets,
And found a Watcb, with Rings, and Lockets,
Which had been left with him terect
A Figure for, and so detect;
A Copper-Plate, with Almanacks
Engrav'd upon't, with other Knacks,
Of Booker's, Lilly's, Sarah Jimmers,
And Blank-Schemes, to discover Nimmers;
A Moon Dial, with Napier's Bones,
And several Constellation-stones,
Engravd in Planetary Hours,
That over Mortals had strange Powers,
To make 'em thrive in Law or Trade :
And Stab or Poyfon to evade a fi

In Wit or Wisdom to improve,
And be victorious in Love.
Wbachim had neither Cross nor Pile,
His Phunder was not worth the while :
All which the Conq’ror did discompt,
To pay for curing of his Rump.

But Sidrophel, as full of Tricks
As Rota-men of Politicks,
Streight cast about to over-reach
Thi

unwary Conq’ror with a Fetch,
And make hiin glad (at least) to quit
His Victory, and flie the Pit,
Before the Secular Prince of Darkness
Arriv'd to seize upon his Carcass :
And, as a Fox with hot Pursuit
Chac'd through a Warren, cast about
To save his Credit, and among
Dead Vermin on a Gallows hung :
And while the Dogs ran underneath,
Escap'd (by conunterfeiting Death)
Not out of Cunning, but a Train
Of Atoms justling in his Brain,