_Thumb_. Thus perish all the bailiffs in the land, Till debtors at noon-day shall walk the streets, And no one fear a bailiff or his writ. SCENE III.----_The Princess _Huncamunca's_ Apartment_. Huncamunca, Cleora, Mustacha. _Hunc_. [1]Give me some music--see that it be sad. [Footnote 1: Anthony gave the same command in the same words.] CLEORA _sings_. Cupid, ease a love-sick maid, Bring thy quiver to her aid; With equal ardour wound the swain, Beauty should never sigh in vain. Let him feel the pleasing smart, Drive the arrow through his heart: When one you wound, you then destroy; When both you kill, you kill with joy. _Hunc_. [1]O Tom Thumb! Tom Thumb! wherefore art thou Tom Thumb? Why hadst thou not been born of royal race? Why had not mighty Bantam been thy father? Or else the king of Brentford, Old or New? [Footnote 1: Oh! Marius, Marius, wherefore art thou Marius? --_Olway's Marius_. ] _Must_. I am surprised that your highness can give yourself a moment's uneasiness about that little insignificant fellow,[1] Tom Thumb the Great--one properer for a plaything than a husband. Were he my husband his horns should be as long as his body. If you had fallen in love with a grenadier, I should not have wondered at it. If you had fallen in love with something; but to fall in love with nothing! [Footnote 1: Nothing is more common than these seeming contradictions; such as, Haughty weakness.--_Victim_ Great small world.--_Noah's Flood_ ] _Hunc_. Cease, my Mustacha, on thy duty cease. The zephyr, when in flowery vales it plays, Is not so soft, so sweet as Thummy's breath. The dove is not so gentle to its mate. _Must_. The dove is every bit as proper for a husband. --Alas! Madam, there's not a beau about the court looks so little like a man. He is a perfect butterfly, a thing without substance, and almost without shadow too. _Hunc_. This rudeness is unseasonable: desist; Or I shall think this railing comes from love. Tom Thumb's a creature of that charming form, That no one can abuse, unless they love him. _Must_. Madam, the king. SCENE IV.-KING, HUNCAMUNCA. _King_. Let all but Huncamunca leave the room. [Exeunt CLEORA and MUSTACHA. Daughter, I have observed of late some grief. Unusual in your countenance: your eyes! [1]That, like two open windows, used to shew The lovely beauty of the rooms within, Have now two blinds before them. What is the cause? Say, have you not enough of meat and drink? We've given strict orders not to have you stinted. [Footnote 1: Lee hath improved this metaphor: Dost thou not view joy peeping from my eyes, The casements open'd wide to gaze on thee? So Rome's glad citizens to windows rise, When they some young triumpher fain would see. --_Gloriana_. ]