His head, like one in doleful dump, And by him, in another hole, When in their dreadful shapes th' appear. No sooner did the Knight perceive her, To be seen by her in such a place; When thus the Dame accosted him: This place (quoth she) they say's enchanted And with delinquent spirits haunted, That here are ty'd in chains, and scourg'd, Until their guilty crimes be purg'd: Look, there are two of them appear Like persons I have seen somewhere. Some have mistaken blocks and posts For spectres, apparitions, ghosts, Hudibras, en cette posture, Des mains sa tête il étayait, Qui jusqu'aux genoux se penchait; La fièvre à l'instant le saisit, A l'approche de sa cruelle. Ce lieu, dit-elle, est enchanté, Que pour leurs crimes on enchaîne, On a bien vu, même des hommes, Prendre poteaux pour des fantômes; Plus d'un a cru qu'il entendait With saucer-eyes, and horns; and some When Hudibras the Lady heard A face upon it as he could, And thus he spoke : Lady, your bright The beard's th' identic beard you knew, The same numerically true: Nor is it worn by fiend or elf, But its proprietor himself. O, heavens ! quoth she, can that be true? I do begin to fear 'tis you: Not by your individual whiskers, |