But fcarce had he a furlong on When he encounter'd with that crew 240 Whom Hudibras did late fubdue. Honour, revenge, contempt, and shame, Did equally their breasts inflame. 'Mong thefe the fierce Magnano was, And Talgol, foe to Hudibras: 245 Cerdon and Colon, warriors ftout, And refolute, as ever fought: Whom furious Orfin thus bespoke :. Shall we, quoth he, thus bafely brook The vile affront that paultry afs 250 And feeble Scoundrel, Hudibras, With that more paultry ragamuffin, Ralpho, with vapouring and huffing, Have put upon us, like tame cattle, As if they routed us in battle? 255 For my part, it shall ne'er be faid, I for the washing gave my head: Nor did I turn my back for fear O' th' rafcals, but lofs of my bear, Which now I'm like to undergo; 260 For whether thofe fell wounds, or no, He has receiv'd in fight, are mortal, Is more than all my skill can foretel ; Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the pope of Rome. 265 But if I can but find him out That caus'd it (as I fhall no doubt, Where-e'er th' in hugger-mugger lurk) I'll make thera rue their handy-work; And with that they had rather dar'd, 270 To pull the devil by the beard. Quoth Cerdon, noble Orfin, th' haft As well as thou haft, or thy bear. Thy bear is fafe, and out of peril, Though lugg'd indeed, and wounded very ill : To help him out at a dead lift; 285 And having brought him bravely off, This faid, they all engag'd to join In dungeon fhut, we left him laft.. Triumphant laurels feem'd to grow No where fo green as on his brow: Laden with which, as well as tir'd 300 With conqu'ring toil, he now retir'd Unto a neighb'ring caftle by, To reft his body, and apply Fit med'cines to each glorious bruise 305 To mollify th' uneafy pang Which be❜ng by skilful midwife drest, But all in vain. H'ad got a hurt No 'dvantage finds like goods and chattles) And gall'd him in the purtenance. For that proud dame, for whom his foul 330 Had not fo hard a hearted one. 328 That old, etc.] Pygmalion, king of Tyre, was the fon of Margenus or Mechres, whom he fucceeded, and lived 56 years, whereof he reigned 47. Dido, his fifter, was to have governed with him, but it was pretended the subjects thought it not convenient: fhe married Sichaeus, who was the king's uncle, and very rich; wherefore he put him to death; and Dido foon after departed the kingdom. Poets fay, Pygmalion was punished for the hatred he bore to women, with the love he had to a ftatue. She had a thousand jadifh tricks, Worfe than a mule that flings and kicks; 'Mong which one cross-grain'd freak she had, As infolent as strange and mad : 335 She could love none but only fuch As fcorn'd and hated her as much. 'Twas a strange riddle of a lady, Not love, if any lov'd her: hey day! So cowards never use their might, 340 But against fuch as will not fight. So fome diseases have been found Only to feize upon the found. He, that gets her by heart, must say her He loves, but dares not make the motion; Like caitiff vile, that for misdeed 350 Rides with his face to rump of steed : 360 To be by man of honour born : Yet much he bore until the distress He suffer'd from his fpightful mistress, Did ftir his stomach, and the pain He had endur'd-from her disdain, 365 Turn'd to regret, fo refolute, That he refolv'd to wave the fuit, 370 He kept fome months, and more had done, 375 That feem'd to promife he might win Quoth he, unto himself, who knows 385 If nothing can oppugn love, And virtue invious ways can prove, |