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The farthest way about t’ o'ercome; ;
Th' old Romans freedom did bestow, 235
And justly 's held more formidable,
265 Advance me to a greater height.
Quoth she, Y' have almost made m' in love With that which did my pity move. Great wits, and valors, like great states, Do sometimes sink with their own weights: 270 Th’ extremes of glory and of shame, Like east and west become the same: No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to th' gallows,
But if a beating seem so brave, i 275
280 As you strain hard to have it thought, I could grow amorous, and dote.
When Hudibras this language heard, He prick'd up 's ears, and strok'd his beard: :: Thought he, this is the lucky hour; 285 Wines work when vines are in the flow'r ; . This crisis then I'll set my rest on, And put her boldly to the question.
Madam, what you would seem to doubt, Shall be to all the world made out: How I've been drubb’d, and with what spirit And magnanimity I bear it ; And if you doubt it to be true, I'll stake myself down against you: And if I fail in love or troth, . 295 Be you the winner, and take both.
Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers ;
And tho' I prais'd your valor, yet
Quoth Hudibras, ’T is a caprich, 305 Beyond th' infliction of a witch ; So cheats to play with those still aim, That do not understand the game. Love in yoạr heart as idly burns,'. As fire in antique Roman urns,
310 To warm the dead, and 'vainly light Those only that see nothing by 't. Have you not pow'r to entertain, And render love for love again ; As no man can draw in his breath At once, and force out air beneath ? Or do you love yourself so much, To bear all rivals else a grutch ? What fate can lay a greater curse Than you upon yourself would force;. 320 For wedlock without love, some say, Is but a lock without a key:
It is a kind of rape to marry
Quoth she, If what you say is true, ' ' . You must fly me as I do you :
$40 But 't is not what we do, but say, In love and preaching that must sway.
Quoth he, To bid me not to love, Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, 345 Or, when I'm in a fit, to kick up: