Scan 378
The violin, its famous makers and their imitators, 1887
38 lines. Read by computer on 28 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1That down it fell and with it bore
2Crowdero, whom it propp’d before.
3To him the Squire right nimbly run,
4And setting his bold foot upon
5His trunk, thus spoke: "What desp’rate frenzy
6Made thee, thou whelp of sin, to fancy
7Thyself, and all that coward-rabble,
8To encounter us in battle able?
9How durst th’, I say, oppose thy curship
10’Gainst arms, authority, and worship,
11And Hudibras or me provoke,
13but first our care
14Must see how Hudibras doth fare."
15This said, he gently rais’d the Knight,
17To rouse him from lethargic dump,
18He tweak’d his nose with gentle thump,
19Knock’d on his breast, as if’t had been
20To raise the spirits lodg’d within;
21They, waken’d with the noise, did fly
22From inward room to window eye,
23And gently op’ning lid, the casement,
24Look’d out, but yet with some amazement.
25This gladded Ralpho much to see,
26Who thus bespoke the Knight; quoth he,
27Tweaking his nose, "You are, great sir,
28A self-denying conqueror;
29As high, victorious, and great
30As e’er fought for the churches yet.
32The foe, for dread
33Of your nine-worthiness, is fled;
34All, save Crowdero, for whose sake
35You did th’ espous’d cause undertake;
36And he lies pris’ner at your feet,
37To be disposed as you think meet,
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