His head, like one in doleful dump,
Between his knees, his hands apply'd
Unto his ears on either side;

And by him, in another hole,
Afflicted Ralpho, cheek by jole;
She came upon him in his wooden
Magician's circle on the sudden,
As spirits do t'a conjurer,

When in their dreadful shapes th' appear.

No sooner did the Knight perceive her,
But straight he fell into a fever,
Inflam'd all over with disgrace,

To be seen by her in such a place;
Which made him hang his head, and scowl,
And wink, and goggle like an owl.
He felt his brains begin to swim,

When thus the Dame accosted him:

This place (quoth she) they say's enchanted And with delinquent spirits haunted, That here are ty'd in chains, and scourg'd, Until their guilty crimes be purg'd: Look, there are two of them appear Like persons I have seen somewhere. Some have mistaken blocks and posts For spectres, apparitions, ghosts,

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Hudibras, en cette posture,
Faisait une triste figure;

Des mains sa tête il étayait,

Qui jusqu'aux genoux se penchait;
Et près de lui, Ralpho de même,
Dans son trou chagrin à l'extrême.
Elle vint devant la prison,
Vite, comme apparition;
Comme un esprit au sortilége
D'un sorcier, qui fait son manége.
Aussitôt qu'Hudibras la vit,

La fièvre à l'instant le saisit,
Tout enfiammé de la disgrace
Qu'elle le vît en telle place.
Et dans sa tête qu'il baissait,
Comme un hibou ses yeux roulait;
Il sentait bouillir sa cervelle

A l'approche de sa cruelle.

Ce lieu, dit-elle, est enchanté,
Par coupables esprits hanté,

Que pour leurs crimes on enchaîne,
Tant qu'ils les purgent par la gêne.
En voilà deux que je connois
Pour les avoir vus mainte fois;

On a bien vu,

même des hommes,

Prendre poteaux pour des fantômes; Plus d'un a cru qu'il entendait

With saucer-eyes, and horns; and some
Have heard the devil beat a drum:
But if our eyes are not false glasses,
That give a wrong account of faces,
That beard and I should be acquainted,
Before 'twas conjur'd and enchanted;
For though it be disfigur'd somewhat,
As if't had lately been in combat,
It did belong to a worthy Knight,
Howe'er this goblin is come by't.

When Hudibras the Lady heard
Discoursing thus upon his beard,
And speak with such respect and honour,
Both of the beard and the beard's owner,
He thought it best to set as good

A face upon it as he could,

And thus he spoke : Lady, your bright
And radiant eyes are in the right;

The beard's th' identic beard you knew,

The same numerically true:

Nor is it worn by fiend or elf,

But its proprietor himself.

O, heavens ! quoth she, can that be true?

I do begin to fear 'tis

you:

Not by your individual whiskers,