And had no hurt, our's far'd as well
In body, though his mighty fpirit,
Being heavy, did not fo well bear it.
The Bear was in a greater fright,
Beat down, and worsted by the Knight;
He roar'd, and rag'd, and flung about,
To shake off bondage from his fnout:
His wrath inflam'd, boil'd o'er, and from
His jaws of death he threw the foam;
Fury in ftranger poftures threw him,
And more than ever herald drew him :-

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He tore the earth, which he had fav'd

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From fquelch of Knight, and storm'd and rav'd,

And vex'd the more, because the harms

He felt were 'gainst the law of arms;.

For men he always took to be

His friends, and dogs the enemy;

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Who never so much hurt had done him,,

As his own fide did falling on him :
It griev'd him to the guts that they,

For whom he 'ad fought fo many a fray,
And ferv'd with lofs of blood fo long,.
Should offer fuch inhuman wrong i

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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.

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Soon as he felt himself enlarg'd,

Through thickest of his foes he charg'd,

And made way through th' amazed crew;
Some he o'er-ran, and some o'erthrew,

But took none; for by hafty flight

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But much its better, th' wooden one.

Ver. 906.] Avoid the conquering Knight. In editions 1674, 1684, 1689, 1694, 1700, 1704. Restored 1710, as above.

Ver. 920.] caft in fwound. In the two first editions of 1663.

In hafte he snatch'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,

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He with the foe began to buckle,

Vowing to be reveng'd, for breach
Of Crowd and skin, upon the wretch,
Sole author of all detriment
He and his Fiddle underwent.

But Ralpho (who had now begun
T'adventure refurrection

From heavy fquelch, and had got up
Upon his legs, with sprained crup)
Looking about, beheld pernicion
Approaching Knight from fell musician;
He fnatch'd his whinyard up, that fled
When he was falling off his steed
(As rats do from a falling house),
To hide itself from rage of blows ;

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And, wing'd with speed and fury, flew

To rescue Knight from black and blue;

Which

Ver. 923.] And lifting it, &c. In the two firft editions of 1663.

Ver. 924.] to fall on Knight. In the two first editions of 1663.

Ver. 935, 936.] Looking about, bebeld the Bard,To charge the Knight entranc'd prepar'd.—Thus in editions 1674, 1684, 1689, 1694, 1700, 1704. ftored 1710.

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Which ere he could atchieve, his fconce
The leg encounter'd twice and once;
And now 'twas rais'd to fmite agen,
When Ralpho thrust himself between ;
He took the blow upon his

arm,

To shield the Knight from further harm,
And, joining wrath with force, beftow'd
On th' wooden member fuch a load,
That down it fell, and with it bore
Crowdero, whom it propp'd before.

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To him the Squire right nimbly run,

And fetting conquering foot upon

His trunk, thus spoke: What desperate frenzy

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Made thee (thou whelp of Sin) to fancy

Thyself, and all that coward rabble,

T'encounter us in battle able?

How durft th', I say, oppose thy Curfhip

'Gainft arms, authority, and worship,

And Hudibras or me provoke,

Though all thy limbs were heart of oak,
And th' other half of thee as good
To bear out blows as that of wood?
Could not the whipping-poft prevail,
With all its rhetoric, nor the jail,

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To.

Ver. 944.] The skin encounter'd, &c. In the two first editions.

Ver. 947.]

1663.

on fide and arm. Two editions of

Ver. 948.] To field the Knight entranc'd from harm.. In the two firft editions.

To keep from flaying fcourge thy fkin,
And ancle free from iron gin?

Which now thou shalt-but firft our care
Muft fee how Hudibras does fare.

This faid, he gently rais'd the Knight,

And fet him on his bum upright.
To roufe him from lethargic dump,
He tweak'd his nofe, with gentle thump
Knock'd on his breast, as if 't had been
To raise the spirits lodg'd within :
They, waken'd with the noise, did fly
From inward room to window.eye,
And gently opening lid, the cafement,
Look'd out, but yet with fome amazement.

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This gladded Ralpho much to fee,

Who thus bespoke the Knight. Quoth he,

Tweaking his nofe, You are, great Sir,

A felf-denying conqueror;

As high, victorious, and great,

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As e'er fought for the Churches yet,

If you will give yourself but leave

To make out what y' already have ;-
That's victory. The foe, for dread
Of your nine-worthinefs, is fled,
All fave Crowdero, for whofe fake
You did th' efpous'd Caufe undertake;
And he lies prisoner at your feet,
To be difpos'd as you think meet,
Either for life, or death, or sale,
The gallows, or perpetual jail;

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