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Wrong of unsoldier-like condition,
For which he Äung down his commission;
And laid about him, till his nose
From thrall of ring and cord broke loose.
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
He strove t'escape pursuit of Knight,
From whom he Aed with as much halte
And dread as he the rabble chac'd;
In haste he fled, and so did they,
Each and his fear a several way.

Crowdero only kept the field,
Not stirring from the place he held,
Though beaten down, and wounded fore
I th’ Fiddle, and a leg that bore
One side of him, not that of bone,
But much its better, th' wooden one.
He spying Hudibras lie strow'd
Upon the ground, like log of wood,
With fright of fall, supposed wound,
And loss of urine, in a swound,

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

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

In haste 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.

930 But Ralpho (who had now begun T' adventure resurrection From heavy squelch, and had got up Upon his legs, with sprained crup) Looking about, beheld pernicion

935 Approaching Knight from fell musician; He snatch'd his whinyard up, that fled When he was falling off his feed (As rats do from a falling house), To hide itself from rage of blows ;

940 And, wing’d with speed and fury, flew To rescue Knight from black and blue ;

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Ver. 923.] And listing it, &c. In the two first edi. tions of 1663.

Ver. 924.) to fall on Knight. In the two first edi. tions of 1663.

Ver. 935, 936.) Looking about, beheld 'the Bard, To charge the Knight entranc'd prepard.—Thus in editions 1674, 1684, 1689, 1694, 1700, 1704.

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

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To shield the Knight from further harm,
And, joining wrath with force, bestow'd
On th' wooden member such a load,
That down it fell, and with it bore
Crowdero, whom it propp'd before.
To him the Squire right nimbly run,
And setting conquering foot upon
His trunk, thus spoke : What desperate frenzy
Made thee (thou whelp of Sin) to faney
Thyself, and all that coward rabble,
T' encounter us in battle able ?
How durst th', I say, oppose thy Curship
'Gainst 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-post prevail,
With all its rhetoric, nor the jail,

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

Ver. 947.1 on fide and arm. Two editions of 3663.

Ver. 948.) To field the Knigbt entranc'd from harma.. In the two first editions,

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To keep from flaying fcourge thy skin,
And ancle free from iron gin?
Which now thou shalt-but first our care
Must see how Hudibras docs fare.
This said, he gently rais’d the Knight,
And set him on his bum upright.
To rouse him from lethargic dump,
He tweak'd his nose, 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 casement,
Look'd out, but yet with some amazement.
This gladded Ralpho much to fee,
Who thus bespoke the Knight. Quoth he,
Tweaking his nose, You are, great Sir,
A self-denying conqueror;
As high, victorious, and great,
As e'er fought for the Churches yet,

will give yourself but leave
To make out what y' already have;
That's victory. The foe, for dread
Of your nine-worthiness, is fled,
All save Crowdero, for whose fake
You did th' espous'd Cause undertake ;
And he lies prisoner at your feet,
To be dispos'd as you think meet,
Either for life, or death, or sale,
The gallows, or perpetual jail ;

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For one wink of your powerful eye
Must sentence him to live or die.
His Fiddle is your proper purchase,
Won in the service of the Churches;
And by your doom must be allow'd
To be, or be no more, a Crowd :
For though success did not confer
Just title on the conqueror ;
Though dispensations were not strong

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Conclusions whether right or wrong;
Although Out-goings did confirm,
And Owning were but a meer term ;
Yet as the wicked have no right
To th' creature, though usurp'd by might,
The property is in the saint,
From whom they’ injuriously detain 't;
Of him they hold their luxuries,
Their dogs, their horses, whores, and dice,
Their riots, revels, malks, delights,

1015 Pimps, buffoons, fiddlers, parasites ; All which the saints have title to, And ought t' enjoy, if they 'ad their due. What we take from them is no more Than what was ours by right before :

For Ver. 1009.] It was a principle maintained by the Rebels of those days, that dominion is founded on grace, and therefore if a man wanted grace (in their opinion) if he was not a faint or a godly man, he had no right to any lands, goods, or chattels. The Saints, as the Squire says, had a right to all, and might take it, wherever they had a power to do it.

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