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REMAINS Mr Samuel Butler.
Adventures ceafing, Knight and Squire
Twards their respective homes retire :
The manner how they lodge their arms,
And how forc'd back by fresh alarms ;
Their resolution to repair
To Court, and whai fucceeded there. .
FTER fierce wars, and hot disputes,
As e'er fell out 'twixt brutes and brutes ;
After much waste of blood and treasure,
Robbing and plund'ring without meaa After both sides had took such pains, [sure • To knock out one another's brains.
And after they had fought so long
For dame Religion 'till they had none;
A lucky hit brought things about,
That they fell in as they fell out.
Our worthy knight, Sir Hudibras,
Of such deep sense and foresight was,
That he well knew his furious zeal
For anarchy and common-weal,
His worship must to ruin bring,
Should providence restore the king ;
He therefore, but with great compunction,
Resolves to quit of war the function,
And to abandon colonelling,
And home return to peaceful dwelling,
But first he thus bespoke the squire,
Ralph, I'm sure thou will’t admire
When I have told thee my intention,
Which I have fixt beyond prevention.
Quoth Ralph, I wish it mayn't repent
Your worship, you're so fully bent:
'Tis hard to judge, before we know,
But stubborn people ne'er want wo;
And I dare wage a broken pate,
That 'tis fome mischief gainst the state,
Which you thus folemnly intend ;
But if it be, excuse your friend
And servant, Sir, for verily
The Thing feems wond'rous plain to me,
That there is some design now brewing,
That will involve us all in ruin.
Quoth Hudibras, I hope you'll own,
To take me up before I'm down,
Is not the proper way to find
It out, when something's in the wind ;
Nor is it good breeding, with submission,
To judge and censure on suspicion :
But, Ralph, since you have had a share,
With me in all my feats of war,
Stood kick and cuff, and went my halves
In dreadful fights 'midst clubs and staves,
And have on all occasions thewn
A valour equal to my own ;
I will excuse you this, and all
Your other faults in general.
Quoth Ralph, I thank you for your pardon,
Tho' at the same time, me 'tis hard on,
To be excluded from a secret,
As if you thought I mean't to break it ;
have been trusted heretofore
Nith all your secrets o'er and o'er,
Ind that I should be now poftpon'd.
is very hard it must be own'd.
At this the knight began to fly
into a passion and talk high;
Ralpho, if you will give me leave,
Says he, I would you undeceive,
The resolution I have fixt
With your own sentiments is mixt.
You said just now that there was brewing
Some project to procure our ruin ;
Why truly I believe the same,
And that the saints will come to shame ;
If presbyter and independant
Fall out and fight, then there's an end on't,
Down goes the rump, and restoration
Will be the only word in fashion.
Now, Ralph, as ev'ry one that's wise,
Does his own preservation prize,
I to myself mould be unjust,
Should I neglect to be the first
Made my retreat, which may perhaps
Preserve me against after-claps.
Self-preservation I'll be bold,
Than chivalry itself's more old,
And has more service done by far
Than knighthood, both in peace and war.
Quoth Ralpho, who could hold no longer,
Altho' I am no good states-monger,
Yet I begin to smell a rat,
And what your worship would be at.
You have, I find, some little guilt,
For christian blood devoutly spilt,
Some inward checks and throws of conscience,
Which, strictly speaking, are all nonsepse ;
And those have press’d you on so far,
That you resolve to quit the war.
To quit the war I grant indeed,
As cases stand, you ought with speed,
As 'cis a proper way to fence,
Against revolts of providence :.
But, by the way, Sir, doubts and fears
Will never pay us our arrears ;
I serve for plunder 's well as zeal,
And as they both begin to fail,
Whether we win or lose the day,
W' are sure to suffer by our stay ;
And yet, Sir, you must own, 'tis hard
If we should meet with no reward
For all the service we have done
Down to this day from forty one.
After so many kicks and drubs,
And such pains-taking from the tubs ;
For all our holdings-forth, long prayers,
Our fighs, and groans, and precious tears ;
Pardon me, Sir, I mean my own,
If we should pennyless go home,
'The thing I'm sure must needs look odly
And blame our conduct with the godly.
Qucth Hudibras, if your arrears,
Are dearer to you than your ears,
Or if that you have more regard
For hanging, than for a reward ;
I think 'tis pity you should miss
Rewards for all your services.
I've weigh'd the matter, and can find
Not the least cause to change my mind,
And further, Ralpho, tell you this,
That in our stay there danger is.
Here's not one here but you and I,
Therefore I mention’t by the by; :
The faints have done such cursed things,
That all the land for vengeance rings.
Have they not overwhelm'd the nation,
With murder, blood, and desolation,
Attempted to assassinate,
And cut the throats of church and state ?
And now as hogs can see the wind,
And storms at distance coming find;
So I perceive a storm to gather,
Which by retreating we may weather :
Molens volens, we must erge
March publick or incognito,
Which in great measure I submit
To your dexterity and wit,
Only referving, notwithstanding,
The power and privilege of commanding,
Since nolens volens is the case,
Quoth Ralph, I will not hang an arse ;
It is my duty and desire,
To serve you like a trusty squire,
And tho' w' have cross adventures met,
And both been often foundly beat,
Should civil broils again break out,
I'll follow you the world about.
As to the manner of returning,
It won't it seems admit adjourning,
But whether publick or incog
Be beft, if I know I'm a dog:
That either way there must be danger,
I'm sure your worship is no stranger ;
But in two ills, as still the least
Is by wise men accounted beft ;
So like wise men we should debate,
Which of the two fuits beft our state.
If we in public should march home,
Your worship's every where so known,
And for so many actions famous,
That not a country ignoramus
But would come out to gape and stare,
As if that you some monster were;
Quære if that would not defeat
The sole design of your retreat ?
Secondly, Thould your worship go .
In silence and incognito,
Would not the folk be apt to cry,
He's come among us for a spy,
And make a world of strange conjectures,
Both at their houses and their lectures,
Quoth Hudibras, your queries both..
Are finely stated by my troth:
And now to make the matter short;
Ralph, here's my hand I thank you for't.
There's no obječtion can be made
To any thing that you have said ;.