Amen, quoth she, then turn'd about, But ere an artist could be found His whipping penance till the morn, 900 905 910 915 Of such importance in the dark, 920 With erring haste, but rather stay, And do't in th' open face of day; 1 CANTO II. THE ARGUMENT. The knight and squire in hot dispute, Are parted with a sudden fright THE sun had long since, in the lap From black to red began to turn; When Hudibras, whom thoughts and aking, 'Twixt sleeping kept all night, and waking, Began to rub his drowsy eyes, And from his couch prepar'd to rise, Resolving to dispatch the deed He vow'd to do, with trusty speed. But first, with knocking loud, and bawling, And, after many circumstances, Which vulgar authors in romances Do use to spend their time and wits on, 29 35 40 They got, with much ado, to horse, Where now arriv'd, and half unharnest, 45 50 He stopp'd, and paus'd upon the sudden, Sprung a new scruple in his head, Which first he scratch'd, and after said: Whether it be direct infringing 55 An oath, if I should wave this swinging, And what I've sworn to bear, forbear, Or whether't be a lesser sin To be forsworn, than act the thing, 60 Are deep and subtil points, which must, T'inform my conscience, be discust; In which to err a tittle, may To errors infinite make way: Thy judgment, ere we farther go. Quoth Ralpho, Since you do injoin't, I shall enlarge upon the point; 65 64, 65. These lines refer to the moon, under the idea of her being, as considered by the ancients, a planet. And for my own part, do not doubt But first, to state the case aright, For best advantage of our light; Which to mistake, and make 'em squabble, This therefore may be justly reckon'd With pregnant light. The point is clear. 70 75 80 101 105 104. The long tirades upon oath contained in this canto, and in other parts of the Poem, have relation, as well as the subject mentioned in the concluding note on the first canto of this second part, to matters which I reserve. Oaths are but words, and words but wind; And hold with deeds proportion, so As shadows to a substance do. 110 Is't not ridiculous and nonsense, 247 A saint should be a slave to conscience? That ought to be above such fancies, She's of the wicked, as I guess, B'her looks, her language, and her dress: 250 255 260 Of subtil turns and shifts of sense, Serve best with th' wicked for pretence, Such as the learned Jesuits use, 265 And Presbyterians, for excuse 251. The omitted lines just preceding these, would shew that Ralph is speaking of the widow. |