Quoth he, This Scheme o'th'Heav'ns set,
Discover's how in fight you met
At Kingston with a May-pole Idol,
And that y'were bang'd both back & side well;
And though you overcame the Bear,
The Dogs beat You at Brentford Fair;

Quoth Hudibras, I now perceive
You are no Conj'rer, by your leave;
That Paltr'y Story is untrue,
And forg'd to cheat such Gulls as you.
Not true, Quoth he? How'ere you vapour,
I can what I affirm make appear;

Whacum shall justifie't' your face,
And prove he was upon the Place.
Nor have I hazarded my Art,
And Neck, so long on the State's part.
To be expos'd i'th'End to suffer,
By such a Braggadocio Huffer.

Huffer! Quoth Hudibras, This Sword
Shall down thy false throat cram that word,
Ralpho, make haste, and call an Officer,
To apprehend this Stygian Sophister;
Mean while I'll hold 'em at a Bay,
Lest heand Whacum run away &c.