_Griz._ Triumph not, Thumb, nor think thou shalt enjoy
Thy Huncamunca undisturb'd; I'll send
My ghost to fetch her to the other world;[193]
It shall but bait at heaven, and then return.[194]
But, ha! I feel death rumbling in my brains:[195]
Some kinder sprite knocks softly at my soul,[196]
And gently whispers it to haste away.
I come, I come, most willingly I come.
So when some city wife, for country air,
To Hampstead or to Highgate does repair,
Her to make haste her husband does implore,
And cries, "My dear, the coach is at the door:"
With equal wish, desirous to be gone,
She gets into the coach, and then she cries--"Drive on!"
_Thumb._ With those last words he vomited his soul,[197]
Which, like whipt cream, the devil will swallow down.[198]
Bear off the body, and cut off the head,
Which I will to the king in triumph lug.
Rebellion's dead, and now I'll go to breakfast.
SCENE X.
KING, QUEEN, HUNCAMUNCA, COURTIERS.
_King._ Open the prisons, set the wretched free,
And bid our treasurer disburse six pounds
To pay their debts. Let no one weep to-day.
Come, Dollallolla; curse that odious name![199]
It is so long, it asks an hour to speak it.
By heavens! I'll change it into Doll, or Loll,
Or any other civil monosyllable,
That will not tire my tongue. Come, sit thee down.
Here seated let us view the dancers' sports;
Bid 'em advance. This is the wedding-day
Of Princess Huncamunca and Tom Thumb;
Tom Thumb! who wins two victories to-day,[200]
And this way marches, bearing Grizzle's head. [_A dance here._
_Nood._ Oh! monstrous, dreadful, terrible--Oh! oh!
Deaf be my ears, for ever blind my eyes!
Dumb be my tongue! feet lame! all senses lost!
Howl wolves; grunt, bears; hiss, snakes; shriek, all ye ghosts![201]
_King._ What does the blockhead mean?
_Nood._ I mean, my liege,
Only to grace my tale with decent horror.[202]
Whilst from my garret, twice two stories high,
I look'd abroad into the streets below,
I saw Tom Thumb attended by the mob;
Twice twenty shoe-boys, twice two dozen links,
Chairmen and porters, hackney-coachmen, drabs;
Aloft he bore the grizly head of Grizzle;
When of a sudden through the streets there came
A cow, of larger than the usual size,
And in a moment--guess, oh! guess the rest!--
And in a moment swallow'd up Tom Thumb.
_King._ Shut up again the prisons, bid my treasurer
Not give three farthings out--hang all the culprits,
Guilty or not--no matter. Kill my cows!
Go bid the schoolmasters whip all their boys!
Let lawyers, parsons, and physicians loose,
To rob, impose on, and to kill the world.
_Nood._ Her majesty the queen is in a swoon.
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