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232 Whom he discov'ring, turu'd his glass, And found far off 'twas Hudibras. Whachum, quoth he, Look yonder, some To try or use our art are come: The one's the learned Knight; seek out, And pump 'em, what they come about. Whachum advanc'd with all submiss'ness T' accost 'em, but much more their bus'ness: He held the stirrup, while the Knight From Leathern Bare-bones did alight; And, taking from his hand the bridle, Approach'd the dark Squire to unriddle. He gave him first the time o' th' day, And welcom'd him, as he might say: He ask'd him whence they came, and whither Their bus'ness lay?—Quoth Ralpho, Hither. Did you not lose? —Quoth Ralpho, Nay. Quoth Whachum, Sir, I meant your way? Tour Knight—Quoth Ralpho, Is a lover, And pains intol'rable doth suffer; For lovers' hearts are not their own hearts, Nov lights, nor lungs, and so forth downwards. What time?—Quoth Ralpho, Sir, too long, Three years it off and on has hung— Quoth he, I meant what time o' th' day 'tis. Quoth Ralpho, Between seven and eight 'tis. Why then, quoth Whachum, my small art Tells me the Dame has a hard heart, Or great estate.—Quoth Ralph, A jointure, Which makes him have so hot a mind t' her.