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This stopt their fury and the basting
Which towards Hudibras was hafting.
They thought it was but juft and right,
That what she had atchiev'd in fight,
She should difpofe of how the pleas'd;
Crowdero ought to be releas'd:
Nor could that any way be done
So well as this fhe pitch'd upon :
For who a better could imagine?
This therefore they refolv'd to engage in.

The Knight and fquare firft they made

Rife from the ground where they were laid:
Then mounted both upon their horfes,

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All ufh'ring Trulla in the rear,
With the arms of either prifoner.
In this proud order and array
They put themselves upon their way,
Striving to reach th’inchanted castle,
Where ftout Crowdero in durance lay ftill.
Thither with greater fpeed, than shows
And triumphs over conquer'd foes
Do ufe t' allow; or than the bears,
Or. pageants born before lord mayors
Are wont to ufe, they foon artiv'd
In order foldier-like contriv'd;
Still marching in a warlike pofture,
As fit for battle as for mufter.

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The Knight and Squire they first unhorse,
And bending 'gainst the fort their force,
They all advanc'd and round about
Begirt the magical redoubt.
Magnan' led up in this adventure,
And made way for the reft to enter.
For he was skilful in black art,

No less than he that built the fort:
And with an iron mace laid flat

A breach, which straight all enter'd at ;
And in the wooden dungeon found
Crowdero laid upon the ground.
Him they release from durance bafe,
Reftor'd t' his Fiddle and his cafe,
And liberty, his thirsty rage

With luscious vengeance to affuage:

For he no fooner was at large,

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But Trulla ftraight brought on the charge, rcce
And in the felf-fame limbo put

The Knight and Squire, where he was shut.
Where leaving them in Hockley-i'-th'-hole,

Their bangs and durance to condole,

Confin'd and conjur'd into narrow
Inchanted manfion to know forrow;
In the fame order and array

Which they advanc'd, they march'd away.
But Hudibras, who fcorn'd to floop
To fortune, or be faid to droop;

Chear'd up himfelf with ends of verfe,.

And fayings of philofophers.

Quoth he, Th' one half of man, his mind, Is, fui juris, unconfin'd,

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And cannot be laid by the heels,

Whate'er the other moiety feels.
'Tis not restraint or liberty,

That makes men prifoners or free;
But perturbations that poffefs

The mind, or æquanimities.

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The whole world was not half fo wide

To Alexander, when he cry'd,

Because he had but one to fubdue,

As was a paltry narrow tub to

Diogenes: who is not faid

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(For ought that ever I could read).

To whine, put finger i' th' eye, and fob,
Because he had ne'er another tub.

The ancients make two fev'ral kinds

Of prowess in heroic minds,

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The active and the paffive valiant;.

Both which are pari libra gallant:

For both to give blows, and to carry,

In fights are equi- neceffary:

But in defeats, the paffive ftout

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Are always found to stand it out

Moft defp'rately, and to outdo

The active 'gainst a conqu'ring foe.

Tho' we with blacks and blues are fuggill'd,
Or, as the vulgar fay, are cudgell'd;