For words and promises, that yoke
The conqueror, are quickly broke;
Like Samson's cuffs, though by his own
Direction and advice put on.

For if we should fight for the Cause

And only do what they call just,

By rules of military laws,

The Cause would quickly fall to dust.

This we among ourselves may speak;
But to the wicked, or the weak,
We must be cautious to declare
Perfection-truths, such as these are.
This said, the high, outrageous mettle
Of Knight began to cool and settle.
He lik'd the Squire's advice, and soon
Resolv'd to see the business done;
And therefore charg'd him first to bind
Crowdero's hands on rump behind,
And to its former place and use
The wooden member to reduce;
But force it take an oath before,

Ne'er to bear arms against him more.
Ralpho dispatched with speedy haste,

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And having ty'd Crowdero fast,

He gave Sir Knight the end of cord,

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To lead the captive of his sword

In triumph, whilst the steeds he caught,

And them to further service brought.

The Squire in state rode on before,

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And on his nut-brown whinyard bore
The trophy-fiddle and the case,
Leaning on shoulder like a mace.
The Knight himself did after ride,
Leading Crowdero by his side;
And tow'd him if he lagg'd behind,
Like boat against the tide and wind.
Thus grave and solemn they march'd on
Until quite thro' the town th' had gone;
At further end of which there stands
An ancient castle, that commands
Th' adjacent parts: in all the fabric
You shall not see one stone nor a brick :

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But all of wood; by pow'rful spell
Of magic made impregnable.
There's neither iron-bar nor gate,
Portcullis, chain, nor bolt, nor grate,
And yet men durance there abide,
In dungeon scarce three inches wide;
With roof so low, that under it
They never stand, but lie or sit ;-

And yet so foul, that whoso 's in,
Is to the middle-leg in prison;
In circle magical confin'd,

With walls of subtle air and wind,

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Which none are able to break through, 1145
Until they're freed by head of borough.
Thither arriv'd, th' advent'rous Knight
And bold Squire from their steeds alight
At th' outward wall, near which there stands

A bastile, built to imprison hands;

By strange enchantment made to fetter
The lesser parts, and free the greater;
For though the body may creep through,

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The hands in grate are fast enough:

And when a circle 'bout the wrist

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On top of this there is a spire,

On which Sir Knight first bids the Squire

The fiddle and its spoils, the case,

In manner of a trophy place.

That done, they ope the trap-door gate, 1165

And let Crowdero down thereat;

Crowdero making doleful face,

Like hermit poer in pensive place.
To dungeon they the wretch commit,
And the survivor of his feet:

But th' other, that had broke the peace
And head of knighthood they release;
Though a delinquent false and forged,
Yet, being a stranger he's enlarged,

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While his comrade, that did no hurt,
Is clapp'd up fast in prison for't.
So Justice, while she winks at crimes,
Stumbles on innocence sometimes.

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The scatter'd rout return and rally,
Surround the place; the Knight doth sally,
And is made pris'ner: then they seize
Th' enchanted fort by storm, release
Crowdero, and put th' Squire in's place,
I should have first said Hudibras.

Ah me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron;
What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps
Do dog him still with after-claps!

For though dame Fortune seem to smile

And leer upon him for awhile,

She'll after show him, in the nick

Of all his glories, a dog-trick.
This any man may sing or say,

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I' th' ditty call'd, What if a Day?

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For Hudibras, who thought h' had won
The field, as certain as a gun;

And, having routed the whole troop,

With victory was cock-a-hoop;

Thinking h' had done enough to purchase 15

Thanksgiving-day anong the churches,

Wherein his mettle, and brave worth,

Might be explain'd by Holder-forth,
And register'd, by fame eternal,
In deathless pages of diurnal;
Found in few minutes, to his cost,
He did but count without his host;.
And that a turnstile is more certain
Than, in events of war, dame Fortune.

For now the late faint hearted rout,
O'erthrown, and scatter'd round about,
Chas'd by the horror of their fear,
From bloody fray of Knight and Bear

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(All but the dogs, who, in pursuit
Of the Knight's victory, stood to❜t,
And most ignobly fought to get
The honour of his blood and sweat)
Seing the coast was free and clear
O' th' conquer'd and the conqueror,
Took heart again, and fac'd about,
As if they meant to stand it out:
For by this time the routed Bear,
Attack'd by th' enemy i' th' rear,
Finding their number grew too great
For him to make a safe retreat,
Like a bold chieftain, fac'd about;
But wisely doubting to hold out,
Gave way to fortune, and with haste
Fac'd the proud foe, and fled, and fac'd;
Retiring still, until he found

H' had got the advantage of the ground;
And then as valiantly made head
To check the foe, and forthwith fled;
Leaving no art untry'd, nor trick
Of warrior stout and politic,
Until, in spite of hot pursuit,
He gain'd a pass, to hold dispute
On better terms, and stop the course
Of the proud foe. With all his force
He bravely charg'd, and for a while
Forc'd their whole body to recoil;
But still their numbers so increas'd,
He found himself at length oppress'd;
And all evasions so uncertain,

To save himself for better fortune,

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That he resolv'd, rather than yield,

To die with honour in the field,
And sell his hide and carcase at
A price as high and desperate
As e'er he could. This resolution
He forthwith put in execution,
And bravely threw himself among
The enemy, i' th' greatest throng;
But what could single valour do
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Yet much he did, indeed too much

To be believ'd, where th' odds were such.
But one against a multitude

Is more than mortal can make good:
For while one party he oppos'd,
His rear was suddenly inclosed;
And no room left him for retreat,
Or fight against a foe so great.

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For now the mastiffs, charging home,

To blows and handy gripes were come:

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While manfully himself he bore,

And setting his right foot before,
He rais'd himself, to show how tall
His person was above them all.
This equal shame and envy stirr'd
In th' enemy, that one should beard
So many warriors, and so stout,
As he had done, and stav'd it out,
Disdaining to lay down his arms,
And yield on honourable terms.
Enraged thus, some in the rear
Attack'd him, and some ev'ry where,
Till down he fell; yet falling fought,
And, being down, still laid about;
As Widdrington, in doleful dumps,
Is said to fight upon his stumps.
But all, alas! had been in vain,
And he inevitably slain,

If Trulla and Cerdon, in the nick,
To rescue him had not been quick;

For Trulla, who was light of foot

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As shafts which long-field Parthians shoot,

(But not so light as to be borne

Upon the ears of standing corn,
Or trip it o'er the water quicker

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Than witches, when their staves they liquor,

As some report,) was got among
The foremost of the martial throng:
There pitying the vanquish'd bear,
She call'd to Cerdon, who stood near,
Viewing the bloody fight; to whom,
Shall we (quoth she) stand still hum-drum,

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