_Griz._ I heard it, I confess--for who, alas!
Can[106] always stop his ears?--But would my teeth,
By grinding knives, had first been set on edge!
_Queen._ Would I had heard, at the still noon of night,
The hallalloo of fire in every street!
Odsbobs! I have a mind to hang myself,
To think I should a grandmother be made
By such a rascal!--Sure the king forgets
When in a pudding, by his mother put,
The bastard, by a tinker, on a stile
Was dropp'd.--Oh, good lord Grizzle! can I bear
To see him from a pudding mount the throne?
Or can, oh can, my Huncamunca bear
To take a pudding's offspring to her arms?
_Griz._ Oh, horror! horror! horror! cease, my queen.
Thy voice, like twenty screech-owls, wracks my brain.[107]
_Queen._ Then rouse thy spirit--we may yet prevent
This hated match.
_Griz._ We will; nor fate itself,[108]
Should it conspire with Thomas Thumb, should cause it.
I'll swim through seas; I'll ride upon the clouds:
I'll dig the earth; I'll blow out every fire;
I'll rave; I'll rant; I'll rise; I'll rush; I'll roar;
Fierce as the man whom smiling[109] dolphins bore
From the prosaic to poetic shore.
I'll tear the scoundrel into twenty pieces.
_Queen._ Oh, no! prevent the match, but hurt him not;
For, though I would not have him have my daughter,
Yet can we kill the man that killed the giants?
_Griz._ I tell you, madam, it was all a trick;
He made the giants first, and then he killed them;
As fox-hunters bring foxes to the wood,
And then with hounds they drive them out again.
_Queen._ How! have you seen no giants? Are there not
Now in the yard ten thousand proper giants?
_Griz._ Indeed I cannot positively tell,[110]
But firmly do believe there is not one.
_Queen._ Hence! from my sight! thou traitor, hie away;
By all my stars! thou enviest Tom Thumb.
Go, sirrah! go, hie[111] away! hie!----thou art
A setting-dog: begone.
_Griz._ Madam, I go.
Tom Thumb shall feel the vengeance you have raised.
So, when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
With a third dog one of the two dogs meets,
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
SCENE VI.
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