_Glum._ A giantess; The queen of those who made and unmade queens. _Hunc._ The man whose chief ambition is to be My sweetheart, hath destroy'd these mighty giants. _Glum._ Your sweetheart? Dost thou think the man who once Hath worn my easy chains will e'er wear thine? _Hunc._ Well may your chains be easy, since, if fame Says true, they have been tried on twenty husbands. The glove or boot, so many times pull'd on,[137] May well sit easy on the hand or foot. _Glum._ I glory in the number, and when I Sit poorly down, like thee, content with one, Heaven change this face for one as bad as thine. _Hunc._ Let me see nearer what this beauty is That captivates the heart of men by scores. [_Holds a candle to her face._ Oh! Heaven, thou art as ugly as the devil. _Glum._ You'd give the best of shoes within your shop To be but half so handsome. _Hunc._ Since you come To that, I'll put my beauty to the test:[138] Tom Thumb, I'm yours, if you with me will go. _Glum._ Oh! stay Tom Thumb, and you alone shall fill That bed where twenty giants used to lie. _Thumb._ In the balcóny that o'erhangs the stage, I've seen a puss two 'prentices engage; One half-a-crown does in his fingers hold, The other shows a little piece of gold; She the half-guinea wisely does purloin, And leaves the larger and the baser coin. _Glum._ Left, scorn'd, and loath'd for such a chit as this; I feel the storm that's rising in my mind,[139] Tempests and whirlwinds rise, and roll, and roar. I'm all within a hurricane, as if The world's four winds were pent within my carcase.[140] Confusion,[141] horror, murder, gripes, and death! SCENE VIII. KING, GLUMDALCA. _King._ Sure never was so sad a king as I![142] My life is worn as ragged as a coat[143] A beggar wears; a prince should put it off. To love a captive and a giantess![144] Oh love! oh love! how great a king art thou! My tongue's thy trumpet, and thou trumpetest, Unknown to me, within me. Oh, Glumdalca![145] Heaven thee design'd a giantess to make, But an angelic soul was shuffled in. I am a multitude of walking griefs,[146] And only on her lips the balm is found To spread a plaster that might cure them all.[147] _Glum._ What do I hear? _King._ What do I see? _Glum._ Oh! _King._ Ah! _Glum._ Ah! wretched queen![148] _King._ Oh! wretched king! _Glum._ Ah![149] _King._ Oh! SCENE IX. TOM THUMB, HUNCAMUNCA, PARSON.