Scan 496
The violin: its famous makers and their imitators, 1884
32 lines. Read by computer on 28 September 2026. Printed page 400. See the scan on archive.org.
1THE VIOLIN.
3This said he clapped his hand on sword,
4To show he meant to keep his word.
6He drew up all his force into
7One body and into one blow.
9The Knight, with all his weight, fell down
11Like feather bed betwixt a wall
12And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
14Crowdero only kept the field,
15Not stirring from the place he held;
16Though beaten down and wounded sore,
17I' th' Fiddle, and a leg that bore
18One side of him—not that of bone,
19But much its better, th' wooden one.
20He spying Hudibras lie strew'd
21Upon the ground, like log of wood,
23In haste he snatch'd the wooden limb
24That, hurt in th' ankle, lay by him,
25And, fitting it for sudden fight,
26Straight drew it up, t' attack the Knight;
28Vowing to be reveng'd, for breach
29Of Crowd and skin, upon the wretch,*
31* Crowd, a Fiddle, and therefore for injury done by "breach," or cracks, to Crowdero's instrument.
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