«Detested miscreants!» roared the knight; «avaunt! Enchanters dire and goblins could
alone this arduous task perform; to rout the knight of Mancha, foul defeat, and war, even
such as ne'er was known before. Then hear, O del Toboso! hear my vows, that thus in
anguish of my soul I urge, midst frogs, Gridalbin, Hecaton, Kai, Talon, and the Rove!
[for such
the names and definitions of their qualities, their separate powers.]
For Merlin plumed their airy flight, and then
in watery moonbeam dyed his rod eccentric. At the touch ten thousand frogs, strange
metamorphosed, croaked even thus: And here they come, on high behest, to vilify the knight
that erst defended famed virginity, and matrons all bewronged, and pilgrims hoar, and
courteous guise of all! But the age of chivalry is gone, and the glory of Europe is
extinguished for ever?»
He spake, and sudden good Lord Whittington, at head of all his raree− show, came
forth, armour antique of chivalry, and helmets old, and troops, all streamers, flags and
banners glittering gay, red, gold, and purple; and in every hand a square of gingerbread, all
gilded nice, was brandished awful. At a word, ten thousand thousand Naples biscuits,
crackers, buns, and flannel−cakes, and hats of gingerbread encountered in mid air in
glorious exaltation, like some huge storm of mill−stones, or when it rains whole clouds of
dogs and cats.
The frogs, astonished, thunderstruck, forgot their notes and music, that before had
seemed so terrible, and drowned the cries of knight renown, and mute in wonder heard the
words of Whittington, pronouncing solemn: – «Goblins, chimeras dire, or frogs, or
whatsoe'er enchantment thus presents in antique shape, attend and hear the words of peace;
and thou, good herald, read aloud the Riot Act!»
He ceased, and dismal was the tone that softly breathed from all the frogs in chorus,
who quick had petrified with fright, unless redoubted Gog and Magog, both with poles, high
topped with airy bladders by a string dependent, had not stormed against his lordship. Ever
and anon the bladders, loud resounding on his chaps, proclaimed their fury against all potent
law, coercive mayoralty; when he, submissive, thus in cunning guile addressed the knights
assailant: – «Gog, Magog, renowned and famous! what, my sons, shall you assail your
father, friend, and chief confessed? Shall you, thus armed with bladders vile, attack my title,
eminence, and pomp sublime? Subside, vile discord, and again return to your true 'legiance.
Think, my friends, how oft your gorgeous pouch I've crammed, all calapash, green fat, and
calapee. Remember how you've feasted, stood inert for ages, until size immense you've
gained. And think, how different is the service of Munchausen, where you o'er seas, cold,
briny, float along the tide, eternal toiling like to slaves of Algiers and Tripoli. And ev'n on
high, balloon like, through the heavens have journeyed late, upon a rainbow or some awful
bridge stretched eminent, as if on earth he had not work sufficient to distress your potent
servitudes, but he should also seek in heaven dire cause of labour! Recollect, my friends,
even why or wherefore should you thus assail your lawful magistrate, or why desert his
livery? or for what or wherefore serve this German Lord Munchausen, who for all your
labour shall alone bestow some fudge and heroic blows in war? Then cease, and thus in
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