_Fra_. Do not fear it. He answers you in your own hawking phrase. --_Injured Love_. I think these two great authorities are sufficient to justify Dollallolla in the use of the phrase, "Hie away, hie!" when in the same line she says she is speaking to a setting-dog. ] _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. _Queen_ (_sola_). And whither shall I go?--Alack a day! I love Tom Thumb--but must not tell him so; For what's a woman when her virtue's gone? A coat without its lace; wig out of buckle; A stocking with a hole in't--I can't live Without my virtue, or without Tom Thumb. [1] Then let me weigh them in two equal scales; In this scale put my virtue, that Tom Thumb. Alas! Tom Thumb is heavier than my virtue. But hold!--perhaps I may be left a widow: This match prevented, then Tom Thumb is mine; In that dear hope I will forget my pain. So, when some wench to Tothill Bridewell's sent, With beating hemp and flogging she's content; She hopes in time to ease her present pain, At length is free, and walks the streets again. [Footnote 1: We meet with such another pair of scales in Dryden's King Arthur: Arthur and Oswald, and their different fates, Are weighing now within the scales of heaven. Also in Sebastian: This hour my lot is weighing in the scales. ] ACT II. SCENE I.--_The street_. Bailiff, Follower. [Footnote: Mr Rowe is generally imagined to have taken some hints from this scene in his character of Bajazet; but as he, of all the tragick writers, bears the least resemblance to our author in his diction, I am unwilling to imagine he would condescend to copy him in this particular.] _Bail_. Come on, my trusty follower, come on; This day discharge thy duty, and at night A double mug of beer, and beer shall glad thee. Stand here by me, this way must Noodle pass. _Fol_. No more, no more, oh Bailiff! every word Inspires my soul with virtue. Oh! I long To meet the enemy in the street--and nab him: To lay arresting hands upon his back, And drag him trembling to the spunging-house. _Bail_. There when I have him, I will spunge upon him. Oh! glorious thought! by the sun, moon, and stars, I will enjoy it, though it be in thought! Yes, yes, my follower, I will enjoy it. _Fol_. Enjoy it then some other time, for now Our prey approaches. _Bail_. Let us retire. SCENE II.--TOM THUMB, NOODLE, Bailiff, Follower. _Thumb_. Trust me, my Noodle, I am wondrous sick; For, though I love the gentle Huncamunca, Yet at the thought of marriage I grow pale: For, oh!--[1] but swear thou'lt keep it ever secret, I will unfold a tale will make thee stare.