Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE ARGUMENTA
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The Knight and squire's prodigious FlightB
To quit th' inchanted Bow'r by NightB
He plods to turn his amorous SuitC
T' a Plea in Law and prosecuteC
Repairs to Counsel to adviseD
'Bout managing the EnterpriseD
But first resolves to try by LetterE
And one more fair Address to get herE
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WHO wou'd believe what strange bugbearsD
Mankind creates itself of fearsD
That spring like fern that insect weedF
Equivocally without seedF
And have no possible foundationG
But merely in th' imaginationG
And yet can do more dreadful featsD
Than hags with all their imps and teatsD
Make more bewitch and haunt themselvesD
Than all their nurseries of elvesD
For fear does things so like a witchH
'Tis hard t' unriddle which is whichH
Sets up Communities of sensesD
To chop and change intelligencesD
As Rosicrucian virtuososD
Can see with ears and hear with nosesD
And when they neither see nor hearI
Have more than both supply'd by fearJ
That makes 'em in the dark see visionsD
And hag themselves with apparitionsD
And when their eyes discover leastK
Discern the subtlest objects bestL
Do things not contrary aloneM
To th' course of nature but its ownM
The courage of the bravest dauntN
And turn poltroons as valiantA
For men as resolute appearJ
With too much as too little fearJ
And when they're out of hopes of flyingO
Will run away from death by dyingO
Or turn again to stand it outP
And those they fled like lions routP
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This HUDIBRAS had prov'd too trueQ
Who by the furies left perdueQ
And haunted with detachments sentR
From Marshal Legion's regimentA
Was by a fiend as counterfeitS
Reliev'd and rescu'd with a cheatT
When nothing but himself and fearJ
Was both the imp and conjurerJ
As by the rules o' th' virtuosiD
It follows in due form of poesieD
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Disguis'd in all the masks of nightB
We left our champion on his flightB
At blind man's buff to grope his wayU
In equal fear of night and dayU
Who took his dark and desp'rate courseD
He knew no better than his horseD
And by an unknown Devil ledV
He knew as little whither fledV
He never was in greater needF
Nor less capacity of speedF
Disabled both in man and beastK
To fly and run away his bestL
To keep the enemy and fearJ
From equal falling on his rearJ
And though with kicks and bangs he ply'dL
The further and the nearer sideL
As seamen ride with all their forceD
And tug as if they row'd the horseD
And when the hackney sails most swiftL
Believe they lag or run a driftL
So though he posted e'er so fastL
His fear was greater than his hasteL
For fear though fleeter than the windL
Believes 'tis always left behindL
But when the morn began t' appearJ
And shift t' another scene his fearJ
He found his new officious shadeL
That came so timely to his aidL
And forc'd him from the foe t' escapeW
Had turn'd itself to RALPHO's shapeW
So like in person garb and pitchH
'Twas hard t' interpret which was whichH
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For RALPHO had no sooner toldL
The Lady all he had t' unfoldL
But she convey'd him out of sightL
To entertain the approaching KnightL
And while he gave himself diversionG
T' accommodate his beast and personG
And put his beard into a postureJ
At best advantage to accost herJ
She order'd th' anti masqueradeL
For his reception aforesaidL
But when the ceremony was doneG
The lights put out and furies goneX
And HUDIBRAS among the restL
Convey'd away as RALPHO guess'dL
The wretched caitiff all aloneM
As he believ'd began to moanM
And tell his story to himselfY
The Knight mistook him for an elfY
And did so still till he beganZ
To scruple at RALPH's Outward ManZ
And thought because they oft agreedL
T' appear in one another's steadL
And act the Saint's and Devil's partL
With undistinguishable artL
They might have done so now perhapsD
And put on one another's shapesD
And therefore to resolve the doubtL
He star'd upon him and cry'd outL
What art My 'Squire or that bold SpriteL
That took his place and shape to nightL
Some busy indepenent pugA2
Retainer to his SynagogueB2
Alas quoth he I'm none of thoseD
Your bosom friends as you supposeD
But RALPH himself your trusty 'SquireJ
Wh' has dragg'd your Dunship out o' th' mireJ
And from th' inchantments of a widowL
Wh' had turn'd you int' a beast have freed youQ
And though a prisoner of warJ
Have brought you safe where you now areJ
Which you would gratefully repayU
Your constant Presbyterian wayU
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That's stranger quoth the Knight and strangerJ
Who gave thee notice of my dangerJ
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Quoth he Th' infernal ConjurerJ
Pursu'd and took me prisonerJ
And knowing you were hereaboutL
Brought me along to find you outL
Where I in hugger mugger hidL
Have noted all they said or didL
And though they lay to him the pageantL
I did not see him nor his agentL
Who play'd their sorceries out of sightL
T' avoid a fiercer second fightL
But didst thou see no Devils thenC2
Not one quoth he but carnal menC2
A little worse than fiends in hellD2
And that She Devil JezebelD2
That laugh'd and tee he'd with derisionG
To see them take your depositionG
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What then quoth HUDIBRAS was heE2
That play'd the Dev'l to examine meE2
A rallying weaver in the townF2
That did it in a parson's gownF2
Whom all the parish take for giftedL
But for my part I ne'er believ'd itL
In which you told them all your featsD
Your conscientious frauds and cheatsD
Deny'd your whipping and confestL
The naked truth of all the restL
More plainly than the Rev'rend WriterJ
That to our Churches veil'd his MitreE2
All which they took in black and whiteL
And cudgell'd me to under writeL
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What made thee when they all were goneX
And none but thou and I aloneM
To act the Devil and forbearE2
To rid me of my hellish fearE2
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Quoth he I knew your constant rateL
And frame of sp'rit too obstinateL
To be by me prevail'd uponG2
With any motives of my ownM
And therefore strove to counterfeitL
The Dev'l a while to nick your witL
The Devil that is your constant cronyE2
That only can prevail upon yeE2
Else we might still have been disputingO
And they with weighty drubs confutingO
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The Knight who now began to findL
Th' had left the enemy behindL
And saw no farther harm remainH2
But feeble weariness and painH2
Perceiv'd by losing of their wayU
Th' had gain'd th' advantage of the dayU
And by declining of the roadL
They had by chance their rear made goodL
He ventur'd to dismiss his fearE2
That parting's wont to rent and tearE2
And give the desperat'st attackO
To danger still behind its backO
For having paus'd to recollectL
And on his past success reflectL
T' examine and consider whyI2
And whence and how they came to flyI2
And when no Devil had appear'dL
What else it cou'd be said he fear'dL
It put him in so fierce a rageJ2
He once resolv'd to re engageJ2
Toss'd like a foot ball back againC2
With shame and vengeance and disdainH2
Quoth he it was thy cowardiceD
That made me from this leaguer riseD
And when I'd half reduc'd the placeD
To quit it infamously baseD
Was better cover'd by the newQ
Arriv'd detachment then I knewQ
To slight my new acquests and runG
Victoriously from battles wonG
And reck'ning all I gain'd or lostL
To sell them cheaper than they costL
To make me put myself to flightL
And conqu'ring run away by nightL
To drag me out which th' haughty foeL
Durst never have presum'd to doQ
To mount me in the dark by forceD
Upon the bare ridge of my horseD
Expos'd in querpo to their rageJ2
Without my arms and equipageJ2
Lest if they ventur'd to pursueQ
I might th' unequal fight renewQ
And to preserve thy Outward ManZ
Assum'd my place and led the vanZ
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All this quoth RALPH I did 'tis trueQ
Not to preserve my self but youQ
You who were damn'd to baser drubsQ
Than wretches feel in powd'ring tubsQ
To mount two wheel'd carroches worseQ
Than managing a wooden horseQ
Dragg'd out through straiter holes by th' earsQ
Eras'd or coup'd for perE2

Samuel Butler



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