For men he always took to be 890
His friends, and dogs the enemy;
Who never so much hurt had done him,
As his own side did falling on him. 
It griev’d him to the guts that they
For whom h’ had fought so many a fray, 895
And serv’d with loss of blood so long,
Shou’d offer such inhuman wrong;
Wrong of unsoldier-like condition;
For which he flung down his commission;
And laid about him, till his nose 900
From thrall of ring and cord broke loose. 
Soon as he felt himself enlarg’d,
Through thickest of his foes he charg’d,
And made way through th’ amazed crew;
Some he o’erran, and some o’erthrew, 905
But took none; for by hasty flight
He strove t’ escape pursuit of Knight;
From whom he fled with as much haste
And dread as he the rabble chas’d. 
In haste he fled, and so did they; 910
Each and his fear a several way.

Crowdero only kept the field;
Not stirring from the place he held;
Though beaten down and wounded sore,
I’ th’ fiddle, and a leg that bore 915
One side of him; not that of bone,
But much it’s better, th’ wooden one. 
He spying Hudibras lie strow’d
Upon the ground, like log of wood,
With fright of fall, supposed wound, 920
And loss of urine, in a swound,
In haste he snatch’d the wooden limb,
That hurt i’ the ankle lay by him,
And fitting it for sudden fight,
Straight drew it up t’ attack the Knight; 925
For getting up on stump and huckle,
He with the foe began to buckle;
Vowing to be reveng’d for breach
Of crowd and skin upon the wretch,
Sole author of all detriment 930
He and his fiddle underwent.

But Ralpho (who had now begun
T’ adventure resurrection
From heavy squelch, and had got up
Upon his legs, with sprained crup) 935
Looking about, beheld pernicion
Approaching Knight from fell musician. 
He snatch’d his whinyard up, that fled
When he was falling off his steed,
(As rats do from a falling house,) 940
To hide itself from rage of blows;
And, wing’d with speed and fury, flew
To rescue Knight from black and blew;
Which, e’er he cou’d atchieve, his sconce
The leg encounter’d twice and once; 945
And now ’twas rais’d to smite agen,
When Ralpho thrust himself between. 
He took the blow upon his arm,
To shield the Knight from further harm;
And, joining wrath with force, bestow’d 950
On th’ wooden member such a load,
That down it fell, and with it bore
Crowdero, whom it propp’d before. 
To him the Squire right nimbly run,