For what he suffer’d, and his Bear. 
This b’ing resolv’d, with equal speed
And rage he hasted to proceed 230
To action straight, and giving o’er
To search for Bruin any more,
He went in quest of Hudibras,
To find him out where-e’er he was;
And, if he were above ground, vow’d 235
He’d ferret him, lurk where be wou’d.

But scarce had he a furlong on
This resolute adventure gone,
When he encounter’d with that crew
Whom Hudibras did late subdue. 240
Honour, revenge, contempt, and shame,
Did equally their breasts inflame. 
’Mong these the fierce Magnano was,
And Talgol, foe to Hudibras;
CERDON and Colon, warriors stout, 245
As resolute, as ever fought;
Whom furious ORSIN thus bespoke: 
Shall we (quoth be) thus basely brook
The vile affront that paltry ass,
And feeble scoundrel, Hudibras, 250
With that more paltry ragamuffin,
Ralpho, with vapouring and huffing,
Have put upon us like tame cattle,
As if th’ had routed us in battle? 
For my part, it shall ne’er be said, 255
I for the washing gave my bead: 
Nor did I turn my back for fear
O’ th’ rascals, but loss of my Bear,
Which now I’m like to undergo;
For whether those fell wounds, or no 260
He has receiv’d in fight, are mortal,
Is more than all my skill can foretell
Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome. 
But if I can but find them out 265
That caus’d it (as I shall, no doubt,
Where-e’er th’ in hugger-mugger lurk)
I’ll make them rue their handy-work;
And wish that they had rather dar’d
To pull the Devil by the beard. 270

Quoth CERD0N, Noble ORSIN, th’ hast
Great reason to do as thou say’st,
And so has ev’ry body here,
As well as thou hast, or thy Bear. 
Others may do as they see good; 275
But if this twig be made of wood
That will hold tack, I’ll make the fur
Fly ’bout the ears of that old cur;
And the other mungrel vermin, Ralph,
That brav’d us all in his behalf. 280
Thy Bear is safe, and out of peril,
Though lugg’d indeed, and wounded very ill;
Myself and TRULLA made a shift
To help him out at a dead lift;
And, having brought him bravely off, 285
Have left him where he’s safe enough: 
There let him rest; for if we stay,
The slaves may hap to get away.