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HUDI BRAS.

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The ARGUMENT of

THIRD CANTO.

The fcatter'd Rout return and rally,
Surround the Place; the Knight does fally,
And is made Pris'ner: Then they feize
Th' inchanted Fort by Storm, releafe
CROWDERO, and put the Squire in's Place;
I fhould have first faid HUDIBRAS.

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Y me! what Perils do environ

The Man that meddles with cold Iron; What plaguy Mifchiefs and Mishaps

Do dog him ftill with After-claps !

5 For though Dame Fortune feem to fmile, And leer upon him for a while, She'll after fhew him, in the Nick Of all his Glories, a Dog-Trick. This any Man may fing or fay, 10 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: 15 Thinking h' had done enough to purchase Thanksgiving-Day among the Churches; Wherein his Mettle and brave Worth Might be explain'd by Holder-forth, And register'd by Fame eternal, 20 In deathless Pages of Diurnal: Found in few Minutes, to his Coft, He did but count without his Hoft: And that a Turn-Stile is more certain, Than, in Events of War, Dame Fortune.. 25 For now the late faint-hearted Rout, O'erthrown and fcatter'd round about, Chac'd by the Horror of their Fear From bloody Fray of Knight and Bear, (All but the Dogs, who in Pursuit 30 Of the Knight's Victory flood to't, And most ignobly fought to get The Honour of his Blood and Sweat) Seeing the Coaft was free and clear O' th' Conquer'd and the Conqueror,, 35 Took heart again, and fac'd about, As if they meant to ftand it out: For by this Time the routed Bear, Attack'd by th' Enemy i' th' Rear, Finding their Number grew too great 40 For him to make a safe Retreat, Like a bold Chieftain fac'd about; But wifely doubting to hold out, Gave way to Fortune, and with Hafte Fac'd the proud Foe, and fled, and fac'd;

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45 Retiring ftill, until he found

H' had got th' Advantage of the Ground;
And then as valiantly made Head
To check the Foe, and forthwith fled;
Leaving no Art untry'd, nor Trick
50 Of Warrior ftout and politick;
Until, in Spight of hot Pursuit,
He gain'd a Pafs, to hold Dispute
On better Terms, and ftop the Course
Of the proud Foe. With all his Force
55 He bravely charg'd, and for a while
Forc'd their whole Body to recoil;
But fill their Numbers fo increas'd,
He found himself at length opprefs'd,
And all Evafions fo uncertain,
60 To fave himself for better Fortune,
That he refolv'd, rather than yield,
To die with Honour in the Field,
And fell his Hide and Carcass at
A Price as high and desperate
65 As e'er he could. This Refolution
He forthwith put in Execution,
And bravely threw himself among
The Enemy i' th' greateft Throng:
But what cou'd fingle Valour do,

70 Against so numerous a Foe?

Yet much he did, indeed too much

To be believ'd, where th' Odds were fuch.
But one against a Multitude,

Is more than Mortal can make good.
75 For while one Party he oppos'd,
His Rear was fuddenly inclos'd;
And no Room left him for Retreat,
Or Fight against a Foe so great.

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For now the Maftives, charging home,
80 To Blows and Handy-Gripes were come:
While manfully himself he bore,

And fetting his right Foot before,
He rais'd himself to fhew how tall
His Perfon was above them all.
85 This equal Shame and Envy stirr'd
In th' Enemy, that one fhould beard
So many Warriors, and fo ftout,
As he had done, and stav'd it out,
Difdaining to lay down his Arms,
90 And yield on honourable Terms..
Enraged thus, fome in the Rear
Attack'd him, and fome ev'ry where,
Till down he fell; yet falling fought,
And, being down, ftill laid about :
95 As WIDDRINGTON, in doleful Dumps,
Is faid to fight upon his Stumps.

But all, alas! had been in vain,

And he inevitably flain,

If TRULLA and CERDON, in the Nick, 100 To rescue him had not been quick: For TRULLA, who was light of Foot, As Shafts which long-field Parthians shoot, (But not fo light as to be born

Upon the Ears of standing Corn,

105 Or trip it o'er the Water quicker

Than Witches, when their Staves they liquor,.

As fome report) was got among

The foremost of the martial Throng:
There pitying the vanquish'd Bear,
110 She call'd to CERDON, who stood near,
Viewing the bloody Fight; to whom,

Shall we (quoth fhe) ftand ftill hum-drum,

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And fee ftout Bruin all alone,
By Numbers bafely overthrown?
115 Such Feats already h' has atchiev'd,
In Story not to be believ'd;

And 'twould to us be Shame enough,
Not to attempt to fetch him off.

I would (quoth he) venture a Limb 120 To fecond thee, and refcue him:

But then we muft about it ftraight,
Or else our Aid will come too late;
Quarter he fcorns, he is fo ftout,
And therefore cannot long hold out.
125 This faid, they wav'd their Weapons round
About their Heads, to clear the Ground;
And, joining Forces, laid about

So fiercely, that th' amazed Rout
Turn'd Tail again, and ftraight begun,

130 As if the Devil drove, to run.

Mean while th' approach'd the Place where Bruin
Was now engag'd to mortal Ruin :

The conqu'ring Foe they foon affail'd,
First TRULLA P ftav'd, and CERDON tail'd,
135 Until their Maftives loos'd their Hold:
And yet, alas! do what they could,
The worfted Bear came off with Store
Of bloody Wounds, but all before :
For as ACHILLES, dipt in Pond,
140 Was ANABAPTIZ'D free from Wound,
Made Proof against dead-doing Steel
All over, but the Pagan Heel:

So did our Champion's Arms defend
All of him, but the other End;

145 His Head and Ears, which in the martial
Encounter loft a leathern Parcel:

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