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116 And as the French, we conquer'd once, Now give us laws for pantaloons, The length of breeches, and the gathers, Port-cannons, perriwigs, and feathers, Just so the proud, insulting lass Array'd and dighted Hudibras. Meanwhile the other champions, yerst In hurry of the fight disperst, Arriv'd, when Trulla 'd won the day, To share in th' honour and the prey, And out of Hudibras his hide, With vengeance to be satisfy'd; Which now they were about to pour Upon him in a wooden show'r: But Trulla thrust herself between, And striding o'er his back agen, She brandish'd o'er her head his sword And vow'd they should not break her word; Sh' had given him quarter, and her blood, Or theirs, should make that quarter good. For she was bound, by law of arms, To see him safe from further harms. In dungeon deep Crowdero cast By Hudibras, as yet lay fast, Where to the hard and ruthless stones, His great heart made perpetual moans;