Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling,
And out he rode a colonelling.—
A Squire he had, whose name was Ralph,
That in th' adventure went his half.1. 13, 14, 457–8.
Thus was he gifted and accouter'd,—
His tawny beard was th' equal grace
Both of his wisdom and his face;
In cut and dye so like a tile,
A sudden view it would beguile. 1. 237—244.
When Gospel-Trumpeter, surrounded
With long-ear' d rout, to battle sounded,
And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,
Was beat with fist, instead of a stick. 1. 9 — 12.
.mw-parser-output .wst-bar{text-decoration:line-through}.mw-parser-output .wst-bar-inner{color:transparent}—————he always chose
To carry vittle in his hose.
That often tempted rats and mice
The ammunition to surprise. 1. 318 — 321.
And wing'd with speed and fury, flew
To rescue Knight from black and blue.
Which ere he could achieve, his sconce
The leg encounter' d twice and once ;
And now 'twas rais'd, to smite agen,
When Ralpho thrust himself between. 1. 941—946
Crowdero making doleful face,
Like hermit poor in pensive place,
To dungeon they the wretch commit,
And the survivor of his feet. 1. 1167—1170.
When setting ope the postern gate,
To take the field and sally at,
The foe appear'd, drawn up and drill'd,
Ready to charge them in the field. 1. 443—446.
———in a cool shade.
Which eglantine and roses made;
Close by a softly murm'ring stream.
Where lovers us'd to loll and dream:
There leaving him to his repose. 1. 159—163.
———she went
To find the Knight in limbo pent.
And 'twas not long before she found
Him, and his stout Squire, in the pound. 1. 99—102.
a tall long-sided dame,—
But wond'rous light—yeleped Fame,—
Upon her shoulders wings she wears
Like hanging sleeves, lin'd thro' with ears. 1. 45—50.
With that he seiz'd upon his blade;
And Ralpho too, as quick and bold,
Upon his basket-hilt laid hold. 1. 560—562.
——quitting both their swords and reins.
They grasp'd with all their strength the manes;
And, to avoid the foe's pursuit,
With spurring put their cattle to't. 1. 839—842.
————Hudibras, to all appearing,
Believ'd him to be dead as herring.
He held it now no longer safe
To tarry the return of Ralph,
But rather leave him in the lurch. 1. 1147—1151
This Sidrophel by chance espy'd,
And with amazement staring wide:
Bless us, quoth he, what dreadful wonder
Is that appears in heaven yonder? 1. 423—426.
Sidrophel perusing Hudibras' Epistle.
Gimcracks, whims, and jiggumbobs.
He wonder'd how she came to know
What he had done, and meant to do;
Held up his affidavit hand,
As if he 'ad been to be arraign'd. 1. 483—486.
H' attack' d the window, storm'd the glass,
And in a moment gain'd the pass;
Thro' which he dragg'd the worsted soldier's
Four-quarters out by th' head and shoulders. 1. 1577—1580.
Knights, citizens, and burgesses—
Held forth by rumps—of pigs and geese.—
Each bonfire is a funeral pile,
In which they roast, and scorch, and broil. 1. 1515—1520.
———crowded on with so much haste.
Until they'd block'd the passage fast,
And barricade'd it with haunches
Of outward men, and bulks and paunches. 1. 1669—1672.
To this brave man the Knight repairs
For counsel in his law-affairs,—
To whom the Knight, with comely grace.
Put off his hat to put his case. 1. 621—628.
With books and money plac'd for show,
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay. 1. 624, 625.
———having pump'd up all his wit,
And humm'd upon it, thus he writ. 1. 787, 788.
What tender sigh, and trickling tear.
Longs for a thousand pounds a year;
And languishing transports are fond
Of statute, mortgage, bill, and bond. 1. 85—88.
She open'd it, and read it out,
With many a smile and leering flout. 1. 357, 358.
We make the man of war strike sail.
And to our braver conduct veil,
And, when he's chas'd his enemies,
Submit to us upon his knees. 1. 311—314.
The dogs beat you at Brentford Fair;
Where sturdy butchers broke your noddle, Part II c. iii.
And handled you like a fop-doodle. 1. 996—998.
————the foe beat up his quarters,
And storm'd the outworks of his fortress;—
Soon as they had him at their mercy. Part III. c. i.
They put him to the cudgel fiercely. 1. 1135-36. 1147-48.