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94 Or, if thou hast no thought of me, Nor what I have endur'd for thee, Yet shame and honour might prevail To keep thee thus from turning tail: For who would grutch to spend his blood in His honour's cause? Quoth she, a Puddin. This said, his grief to anger turn'd, Which in his manly stomach burn'd; Thirst of revenge, and wrath, in place Of sorrow, now began to blaze. He vow'd the authors of his woe Should equal vengeance undergo; And with their bones and flesh pay dear For what he suffer'd and his bear. This b'ing resolv'd, with equal speed And rage, he hasted to proceed To action straight, and giving o'er To search for Bruin any more. He went in quest of Hudibras, To find him out, where'er he was; And if he were above ground, vow'd He'd ferret him, lurk where he wou'd. But scarce had he a furlong on This resolute adventure gone, When he encounter'd with that crew Whom Hudibras did late subdue. Honour, revenge, contempt, and shame, Did equally their breasts inflame. 'Mong these the fierce Magnano was, And Talgol, foe to Hudibras; Cerdon and Colon, warriors stout, And resolute, as ever fought; Whom furious Orsin thus bespoke: Shall we, quoth he, thus basely brook The vile affront that paltry ass, And feeble scoundrel, Hudibras, With that more paltry ragamuffin, Ralpho, with vapouring and huffing, Have put upon us, like tame cattle, As if th' had routed us in battle?