This said, in haste, in haste he fell 1085 To rummaging of SIDROPHEL. First, he expounded both his pockets, And found a watch, with rings and lockets, Which had been left with him t' erect A figure for, and so detect; 1090 A copper-plate, with almanacks Engrav'd upon't; with other knacks, Of BOOKER's LILLY's, SARAH JIMMERS', And blank-schemes to discover nimmers; A moon-dial, with Napier's bones, 1095 And sev'ral constellation stones, Engrav'd in planetary hours, That over mortals had strange powers To make 'em thrive in law or trade, And stab or poison to evade; 1100 In wit or wisdom to improve, And be victorious in love, WHACHUM had neither cross nor pile; His plunder was not worth the while; All which the conq'rer did discompt, 1105 To pay for curing of his rump. But SIDROPHEL, as full of tricks As Rota-men of politicks, Straight cast about to over-reach Th' unwary conqu'ror with a fetch, 1110 And make him clad (at least) to quit His victory, and fly the pit, <a> Before the Secular Prince of Darkness Arriv'd to seize upon his carcass? And as a fox, with hot pursuit 1115 Chac'd thro' a warren, casts about To save his credit, and among Dead vermin on a gallows hung, And while the dogs run underneath, Escap'd (by counterfeiting death) 1120 Not out of cunning, but a train Of atoms justling in his brain, As learn'd philosophers give out, So SIDROPHELLO cast about, And fell to's wonted trade again, 1125 To feign himself in earnest slain: First stretch'd out one leg, than another, And seeming in his breath to smother A broken sigh; quoth he, Where am I, Alive or dead? or which way came I, 1130 Through so immense a space so soon But now I thought myself in th' Moon And that a monster with huge whiskers, More formidable than a Switzer's, My body through and through had drill'd, 1135 And WHACHUM by my side had kill'd: Had cross-examin'd both our hose, And plunder'd all we had to lose. Look, there he is; I see him now, And feel the place I am run through: 1140 And there lies WHACHUM by my side Stone dead, and in his own blood dy'd. Oh! Oh! with that he fetch'd a groan, And fell again into a swoon; Shut both his eyes, and stopp'd his breath, 1145 And to the life out-acted death; That HUDIBRAS, to all appearing, Believ'd him to be dead as herring. He held it now no longer safe To tarry the return of RALPH, 1150 But rather leave him in the lurch: Thought he, he has abus'd our Church, Refus'd to give himself one firk To carry on the publick work; Despis'd our Synod-men like dirt, 1155 And made their discipline his sport; Divulg'd the secrets of their classes,