I'll glew my ears to every word. ] _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.--O, 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, [1] Thy voice, like twenty screech-owls, wracks my brain. [Footnote 1: Screech-owls, dark ravens, and amphibious monsters, Are screaming in that voice.--_Mary Queen of Scots_. ] _Queen_. Then rouse thy spirit--we may yet prevent This hated match. _Griz_.--We will[1]; nor fate itself, 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[2] smiling dolphins bore From the prosaick to poetick shore. I'll tear the scoundrel into twenty pieces. [Footnote 1: The reader may see all the beauties of this speech in a late ode called the Naval Lyrick.] [Footnote 2: This epithet to a dolphin doth not give one so clear an idea as were to be wished; a smiling fish seeming a little more difficult to be imagined than a flying fish. Mr Dryden is of opinion that smiling is the property of reason, and that no irrational creature can smile: Smiles not allow'd to beasts from reason move. --_State of Innocence_. ] _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 kill'd the giants? _Griz_. I tell you, madam, it was all a trick; He made the giants first, and then he kill'd 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_. [1]Indeed I cannot positively tell, But firmly do believe there is not one. [Footnote 1: These lines are written in the same key with those in the Earl of Essex: Why, say'st thou so? I love thee well, indeed I do, and thou shalt find by this 'tis true. Or with this in Cyrus: The most heroick mind that ever was. And with above half of the modern tragedies. ] _Queen_. Hence! from my sight! thou traitor, hie away; By all my stars I thou enviest Tom Thumb. Go, sirrah! go, [1]hie away! hie!----thou art A setting dog: be gone. [Footnote 1: Aristotle, in that excellent work of his which is very justly stiled his masterpiece, earnestly recommends using the terms of art, however coarse or even indecent they may be. Mr Tate is of the same opinion. _Bru_. Do not, like young hawks, fetch a course about. Your game flies fair.