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вЄЇвАЬwhich words being heard by all the soldiers which were there, divers of them being inwardly terrified, did shrink back and make room for the assailant: all this did Gymnast very well remark and consider; and therefore, making as if he would have alighted from off his horse, as he was poising himself on the mounting side, he most nimbly (with his short sword by his thigh) shifting his feet in the stirrup, and performing the stirrup-leather feat, whereby, after the inclining of his body downwards, he forthwith launched himself aloft into the air, and placed both his feet together upon the saddle, standing upright, with his back turned towards his horseвАЩs head,вБ†вАФNow (said he) my case goes forward. Then suddenly in the same posture wherein he was, he fetched a gambol upon one foot, and turning to the left-hand, failed not to carry his body perfectly round, just into his former position, without missing one jot.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Ha! said Tripet, I will not do that at this time,вБ†вАФand not without cause. Well, said Gymnast, I have failed,вБ†вАФI will undo this leap; then with a marvellous strength and agility, turning towards the right-hand, he fetched another frisking gambol as before; which done, he set his right-hand thumb upon the bow of the saddle, raised himself up, and sprung into the air, poising and upholding his whole weight upon the muscle and nerve of the said thumb, and so turned and whirled himself about three times: at the fourth, reversing his body, and overturning it upside down, and foreside back, without touching anything, he brought himself betwixt the horseвАЩs two ears, and then giving himself a jerking swing, he seated himself upon the crupperвБ†вЄЇвАЭ
(This canвАЩt be fighting, said my uncle Toby.вБ†вЄЇвБ†The corporal shook his head at it.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Have patience, said Yorick.)
вАЬThen (Tripet) passвАЩd his right leg over his saddle, and placed himself en croup.вБ†вАФBut, said he, вАЩtwere better for me to get into the saddle; then putting the thumbs of both hands upon the crupper before him, and thereupon leaning himself, as upon the only supporters of his body, he incontinently turned heels over head in the air, and strait found himself betwixt the bow of the saddle in a tolerable seat; then springing into the air with a summerset, he turned him about like a windmill, and made above a hundred frisks, turns, and demi-pommadas.вАЭвБ†вАФGood God! cried Trim, losing all patience,вБ†вАФone home thrust of a bayonet is worth it all.вБ†вЄЇвБ†I think so too, replied Yorick.вБ†вЄЇвБ†
I am of a contrary opinion, quoth my father.