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72 Thy stomach, pump'd to fling on me, Gro unreveng'd, though I am free: Thou down the same throat shalt devour 'em Like tainted beef, and pay dear for 'em. Nor shall it e'er be said, that wight With gauntlet blue and bases white, And round blunt dudgeon by his side, So great a man at arms defy'd, With words far bitterer than wormwood, That would in Job or Grizel stir mood. Dogs with their tongues their wounds do heal; But men with hands, as thou shalt feel. This said, with hasty rage he snatch'd His gun-shot, that in holsters watch'd; And bending cock, he levell'd full Against th' outside of Talgol's skull; Vowing that he should ne'er stir further, Nor henceforth cow or bullock murther. But Pallas came in shape of rust, And 'twixt the spring and hammer thrust Her gorgon-shield, which made the cock Stand stiff, as if 'twere turn'd t' a stock. Meanwhile fierce Talgol gath'ring might, With rugged truncheon charg'd the Knight; But he with petronel upheav'd, Instead of shield, the blow receiv'd.