_Thumb._ Oh! happy, happy, happy, happy Thumb.[96] _Queen._ Consider, sir; reward your soldier's merit, But give not Huncamunca to Tom Thumb. _King._ Tom Thumb! Odzooks! my wide-extended realm Knows not a name so glorious as Tom Thumb. Let Macedonia Alexander boast, Let Rome her Cæsars and her Scipios show, Her Messieurs France, let Holland boast Mynheers, Ireland her O's, her Macs let Scotland boast, Let England boast no other than Tom Thumb. _Queen._ Though greater yet his boasted merit was, He shall not have my daughter, that is pos'. _King._ Ha! sayst thou, Dollallolla? _Queen._ I say he shan't. _King._ Then by our royal self we swear you lie.[97] _Queen._ Who but a dog, who but a dog[98] Would use me as thou dost? Me, who have lain These twenty years so loving by thy side![99] But I will be revenged. I'll hang myself. Then tremble all who did this match persuade, For, riding on a cat, from high I'll fall,[100] And squirt down royal vengeance on you all. _Food._ Her majesty the queen is in a passion.[101] _King._ Be she, or be she not, I'll to the girl[102] And pave thy way, O Thumb. Now by ourself, We were indeed a pretty king of clouts To truckle to her will--for when by force Or art the wife her husband overreaches, Give him the petticoat, and her the breeches. _Thumb._ Whisper, ye winds, that Huncamunca's mine![103] Echoes repeat, that Huncamunca's mine! The dreadful bus'ness of the war is o'er, And beauty, heav'nly beauty! crowns my toils! I've thrown the bloody garment now aside And hymeneal sweets invite my bride. So when some chimney-sweeper all the day Hath through dark paths pursued the sooty way, At night to wash his hands and face he flies, And in his t'other shirt with his Brickdusta lies. SCENE IV. _Grizzle (solus)._ Where art thou, Grizzle?[104] where are now thy glories? Where are the drums that waken thee to honour? Greatness is a laced coat from Monmouth Street, Which fortune lends us for a day to wear, To-morrow puts it on another's back. The spiteful sun but yesterday survey'd His rival high as Saint Paul's cupola; Now may he see me as Fleet Ditch laid low. SCENE V. QUEEN, GRIZZLE. _Queen._ Teach me to scold, prodigious-minded Grizzle,[105] Mountain of treason, ugly as the devil, Teach this confounded hateful mouth of mine To spout forth words malicious as thyself, Words which might shame all Billingsgate to speak. _Griz._ Far be it from my pride to think my tongue Your royal lips can in that art instruct, Wherein you so excel. But may I ask, Without offence, wherefore my queen would scold? _Queen._ Wherefore? Oh! blood and thunder! han't you heard (What ev'ry corner of the court resounds) That little Thumb will be a great man made?