Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE ARGUMENT	A
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The scatter'd rout return and rally	B
Surround the place the Knight does sally	B
And is made pris'ner Then they seize	C
Th' inchanted fort by storm release	D
Crowdero and put the Squire in's place	E
I should have first said Hudibras	E
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Ah me what perils do environ	F
The man that meddles with cold iron	F
What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps	E
Do dog him still with after claps	E
For though dame Fortune seem to smile	G
And leer upon him for a while	G
She'll after shew him in the nick	H
Of all his glories a dog trick	H
This any man may sing or say	E
I' th' ditty call'd What if a Day	E
For HUDIBRAS who thought h' had won	F
The field as certain as a gun	F
And having routed the whole troop	I
With victory was cock a hoop	I
Thinking h' had done enough to purchase	E
Thanksgiving day among the Churches	E
Wherein his mettle and brave worth	J
Might be explain'd by Holder forth	K
And register'd by fame eternal	L
In deathless pages of diurnal	L
Found in few minutes to his cost	M
He did but count without his host	N
And that a turn stile is more certain	F
Than in events of war dame Fortune	F
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For now the late faint hearted rout	O
O'erthrown and scatter'd round about	O
Chas'd by the horror of their fear	P
From bloody fray of Knight and Bear	Q
All but the dogs who in pursuit	R
Of the Knight's victory stood to't	B
And most ignobly fought to get	S
The honour of his blood and sweat	S
Seeing the coast was free and clear	P
O' th' conquer'd and the conqueror	T
Took heart again and fac'd about	O
As if they meant to stand it out	O
For by this time the routed Bear	Q
Attack'd by th' enemy i' th' rear	P
Finding their number grew too great	U
For him to make a safe retreat	V
Like a bold chieftain fac'd about	O
But wisely doubting to hold out	O
Gave way to Fortune and with haste	W
Fac'd the proud foe and fled and fac'd	W
Retiring still until he found	X
H' had got the advantage of the ground	X
And then as valiantly made head	Y
To check the foe and forthwith fled	Y
Leaving no art untry'd nor trick	H
Of warrior stout and politick	H
Until in spite of hot pursuit	R
He gain'd a pass to hold dispute	R
On better terms and stop the course	E
Of the proud foe With all his force	E
He bravely charg'd and for a while	G
Forc'd their whole body to recoil	Z
But still their numbers so increas'd	A2
He found himself at length oppress'd	B2
And all evasions so uncertain	F
To save himself for better fortune	F
That he resolv'd rather than yield	C2
To die with honour in the field	C2
And sell his hide and carcase at	D2
A price as high and desperate	E2
As e'er he could This resolution	F
He forthwith put in execution	F
And bravely threw himself among	H
The enemy i' th' greatest throng	H
But what cou'd single valour do	F2
Against so numerous a foe	G2
Yet much he did indeed too much	H2
To be believ'd where th' odds were such	H2
But one against a multitude	I2
Is more than mortal can make good	J2
For while one party he oppos'd	K2
His rear was suddenly inclos'd	K2
And no room left him for retreat	K2
Or fight against a foe so great	K2
For now the mastives charging home	L2
To blows and handy gripes were come	M2
While manfully himself he bore	N2
And setting his right foot before	N2
He rais'd himself to shew how tall	O2
His person was above them all	O2
This equal shame and envy stirr'd	K2
In th' enemy that one should beard	K2
So many warriors and so stout	K2
As he had done and stav'd it out	K2
Disdaining to lay down his arms	E
And yield on honourable terms	E
Enraged thus some in the rear	P
Attack'd him and some ev'ry where	Q
Till down he fell yet falling fought	K2
And being down still laid about	K2
As WIDDRINGTON in doleful dumps	E
Is said to light upon his stumps	E
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But all alas had been in vain	F
And he inevitably slain	F
If TRULLA and CERDON in the nick	H
To rescue him had not been quick	H
For TRULLA who was light of foot	K2
As shafts which long field Parthians shoot	K2
But not so light as to be borne	F
Upon the ears of standing corn	F
Or trip it o'er the water quicker	T
Than witches when their staves they liquor	T
As some report was got among	H
The foremost of the martial throng	H
There pitying the vanquish'd Bear	Q
She call'd to CERDON who stood near	P
Viewing the bloody fight to whom	P2
Shall we quoth she stand still hum drum	M2
And see stout Bruin all alone	F
By numbers basely overthrown	F
Such feats already h' has atchiev'd	K2
In story not to be believ'd	K2
And 'twould to us be shame enough	Q2
Not to attempt to fetch him off	R2
I would quoth he venture a limb	S2
To second thee and rescue him	S2
But then we must about it straight	K2
Or else our aid will come too late	K2
Quarter he scorns he is so stout	K2
And therefore cannot long hold out	K2
This said they wav'd their weapons round	K2
About their heads to clear the ground	K2
And joining forces laid about	K2
So fiercely that th' amazed rout	K2
Turn'd tale again and straight begun	F
As if the Devil drove to run	F
Meanwhile th' approach'd th' place where Bruin	F
Was now engag'd to mortal ruin	F
The conqu'ring foe they soon assail'd	K2
First TRULLA stav'd and CERDON tail'd	K2
Until their mastives loos'd their hold	K2
And yet alas do what they could	K2
The worsted Bear came off with store	N2
Of bloody wounds but all before	N2
For as ACHILLES dipt in pond	K2
Was ANABAPTIZ'D free from wound	K2
Made proof against dead doing steel	T2
All over but the Pagan heel	T2
So did our champion's arms defend	K2
All of him but the other end	K2
His head and ears which in the martial	L
Encounter lost a leathern parcel	L
For as an Austrian Archduke once	E
Had one ear which in ducatoons	E
Is half the coin in battle par'd	K2
Close to his head so Bruin far'd	K2
But tugg'd and pull'd on th' other side	K2
Like scriv'ner newly crucify'd	K2
Or like the late corrected leathern	F
Ears of the Circumcised Brethren	F
But gentle TRULLA into th' ring	H
He wore in's nose convey'd a string	H
With which she march'd before and led	K2
The warrior to a grassy bed	K2
As authors write in a cool shade	K2
Which eglantine and roses made	K2
Close by a softly murm'ring stream	U2
Where lovers us'd to loll and dream	U2
There leaving him to his repose	E
Secured from pursuit of foes	E
And wanting nothing but a song	H
And a well tun'd theorbo hung	H
Upon a bough to ease the pain	F
His tugg'd ears suffer'd with a strain	F
They both drew up to march in quest	K2
Of his great leader and the rest	K2
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For ORSIN who was more renown'd	K2
For stout maintaining of his ground	K2
In standing fight than for pursuit	K2
As being not so quick of foot	K2
Was not long able to keep pace	E
With others that pursu'd the chace	E
But found himself left far behind	K2
Both out of heart and out of wind	K2
Griev'd to behold his Bear pursu'd	K2
So basely by a multitude	K2
And like to fall not by the prowess	E
But numbers of his coward foes	E
He rag'd and kept as heavy a coil as	E
Stout HERCULES for loss of HYLAS	E
Forcing the vallies to repeat	K2
The accents of his sad regret	K2
He beat his breast and tore his hair	Q
For loss of his dear Crony Bear	Q
That Eccho from the hollow ground	K2
His doleful wailings did resound	K2
More wistfully by many times	E
Than in small poets splay foot rhimes	E
That make her in their rueful stories	E
To answer to int'rogatories	E
And most unconscionably depose	E
To things of which she nothing knows	E
And when she has said all she can say	E
'Tis wrested to the lover's fancy	E
Quoth he O whither wicked Bruin	F
Art thou fled to my Eccho Ruin	F
I thought th' hadst scorn'd to budge a step	V2
For fear Quoth Eccho Marry guep	V2
Am not I here to take thy part	K2
Then what has quelled thy stubborn heart	K2
Have these bones rattled and this head	K2
So often in thy quarrel bled	K2
Nor did I ever winch or grudge it	K2
For thy dear sake Quoth she Mum budget	K2
Think'st thou 'twill not be laid i' th' dish	W2
Thou turn'dst thy back Quoth Eccho Fish	W2
To run from those t'hast overcome	M2
Thus cowardly Quoth Eccho Mum	M2
But what a vengeance makes thee fly	X2
From me too as thine enemy	E
Or if thou hast no thought of me	E
Nor what I h	-