But when the morn began t’ appear,
And shift t’ another scene his fear,
He found his new officious shade,
That came so timely to his aid, 70
And forc’d him from the foe t’ escape,
Had turn’d itself to RALPHO’s shape;
So like in person, garb, and pitch,
‘Twas hard t’ interpret which was which.

For Ralpho had no sooner told 75
The Lady all he had t’ unfold,
But she convey’d him out of sight,
To entertain the approaching Knight;
And, while he gave himself diversion,
T’ accommodate his beast and person, 80
And put his beard into a posture
At best advantage to accost her,
She order’d th’ anti-masquerade
(For his reception) aforesaid: 
But when the ceremony was done, 85
The lights put out, and furies gone,
And Hudibras, among the rest,
Convey’d away, as Ralpho guess’d,
The wretched caitiff, all alone,
(As he believ’d) began to moan, 90
And tell his story to himself,
The Knight mistook him for an elf;
And did so still till he began
To scruple at RALPH’s Outward Man;
And thought, because they oft agreed 95
T’ appear in one another’s stead,
And act the Saint’s and Devil’s part
With undistinguishable art,
They might have done so now, perhaps,
And put on one another’s shapes 100
And therefore, to resolve the doubt,
He star’d upon him, and cry’d out,
What art?  My ’Squire, or that bold Sprite
That took his place and shape to-night? 
Some busy indepenent pug, 105
Retainer to his Synagogue? 
Alas! quoth he, I’m none of those,
Your bosom friends, as you suppose;
But Ralph himself, your trusty ’Squire,
Wh’ has dragg’d your Dunship out o’ th’ mire, 110
And from th’ inchantments of a widow,
Wh’ had turn’d you int’ a beast, have freed you;
And, though a prisoner of war,
Have brought you safe where you now are;
Which you would gratefully repay 115
Your constant Presbyterian way.

That’s stranger (quoth the Knight) and stranger. 
Who gave thee notice of my danger?

Quoth he, Th’ infernal Conjurer
Pursu’d and took me prisoner; 120
And knowing you were hereabout,
Brought me along to find you out;
Where I, in hugger-mugger hid,
Have noted all they said or did: 
And though they lay to him the pageant, 125
I did not see him, nor his agent;
Who play’d their sorceries out of sight,
T’ avoid a fiercer second fight. 
But didst thou see no Devils then? 
Not one (quoth he) but carnal men, 130
A little worse than fiends in hell,
And that She-Devil Jezebel,
That laugh’d and tee-he’d with derision,
To see them take your deposition.