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80. Furioso.
Monsieur
Mundungo, in a three-sol'd hat,
Lined with Louse-skins, and a suit of that,
One day came walking with a sword b' his side,
Along the medows, where the man espi'd
Two Rivals fighting for a Lass that stood
Bleeding in sorrow, to behold their blood.
To these he march'd, as though he'd have devour'd
Both Lords and Lady too: Lord how he lowr'd!
With ears like Midas, and a head as large
As Lugnals Chimney, or a Gravesend Barge.
His neck like Atlas, and the fool exprest
Deformed Tytius in his ugly breast.
His gouty fingers were like Millers pegs:
And great Colossus furnish'd him with legs.
This mighty Monster armed (I'le assure ye)
With hobnail tushes, oyl'd with hellish fury.
Accosts these Champions, vowing in a breath,
To send their bodies to eternal death.
But as he enter'd to oppose the play,
He drew his sword, and stoutly run away.
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