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CANTO III.] For my part, it shall ne'er be said I for the washing gave my head: Nor did I turn my back for fear O' th' rascals, but loss of my bear, Which now I'm like to undergo; For whether these fell wounds, or no, He has received in fight, are mortal, Is more than all my skill can foretel; Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome, But if I can but find them out That caused it, as I shall no doubt, Where'er th' in hugger-mugger lurk, I'll make them rue their handiwork, And wish that they had rather dar'd To pull the devil by the beard. Quoth Cerdon, noble Orsin, th' hast Great reason to do as thou say'st, And so has ev'rybody here, As well as thou hast, or thy bear: Others may do as they see good; But if this twig be made of wood That will hold tack, I'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur,