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CANTO III.] And while the dogs ran underneath, Escap'd, by counterfeiting death, Not out of cunning, but a train Of atoms justling in his brain, As learn'd philosophers give out; So Sidrophello cast about. And fell to 's wonted trade again, To feign himself in earnest slain: First stretch'd out one leg, then another, And, seeming in his breast to smother A broken sigh, quoth he, Where am I? Alive, or dead? or which way came I Thro' so immense a space so soon? But now I thought myself i' th' moon; And that a monster with huge whiskers, More formidable than a Switzer's, My body thro' and thro' had drill'd, And Whachum by my side had kill'd, Had cross-examin'd both our hose, And plunder'd all we had to lose; Look, there he is, I see him now, And feel the place I am run thro': And there lies Whachum by my side, Stone dead and in his own blood dy'd, Oh! oh! With that he fetch'd a groan, And fell again into a swoon; Shut both his eyes, and stopt his breath, And to the life out-acted death, That Hudibras, to all appearing, Believ'd him to be dead as herring.