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CANTO III.] When Hudibras, about to enter Upon anothergates adventure, To Ralpho call'd aloud to arm, Not dreaming of approaching storm. Whether dame Fortune, or the care Of angel bad, or tutelar, Did arm, or thrust him on a danger, To which he was an utter stranger, That foresight might, or might not, blot The glory he had newly got; Or to his shame it might be said, They took him napping in his bed: To them we leave it to expound, That deal in sciences profound. His courser scarce he had bestrid, And Ralpho that on which he rid, When setting ope the postern gate, Which they thought best to sally at, The foe appear'd, drawn up and drill'd Ready to charge them in the field. This somewhat startled the bold Knight, Surpris'd with th' unexpected sight: The bruises of his bones and flesh He thought began to smart afresh; Till recollecting wonted courage, His fear was soon converted to rage, And thus he spoke: The coward foe, Whom we but now gave quarter to. Look, yonder's rally'd, and appears As if they had outrun their fears; The glory we did lately get, The Fates command us to repeat;