I honour Rome, And honour too myself. --_Sophonisba_. In a fifth, at variance with him: Leave me not thus at variance with myself. --_Busiris_. Again, in a sixth: I find myself divided from myself. --_Medea_. She seemed the sad effigies of herself. --_Banks_. Assist me, Zulema, if thou would'st be The friend thou seem'st, assist me against me. --_Albion Queens_. From all which it appears that there are two selfs; and therefore Tom Thumb's losing himself is no such solecism as it hath been represented by men rather ambitious of criticising than qualified to criticise. ] _Hunc_. Forbid it, all ye stars, for you're so small. That were you lost, you'd find yourself no more. So the unhappy sempstress once, they say, Her needle in a pottle, lost, of hay; In vain she look'd, and look'd, and made her moan, For ah, the needle was forever gone. _Par_. Long may they live, and love, and propagate, Till the whole land be peopled with Tom Thumbs! [1] So, when the Cheshire cheese a maggot breeds, Another and another still succeeds: By thousands and ten thousands they increase, Till one continued maggot fills the rotten cheese. [Footnote 1: Mr F---- imagines this parson to have been a Welsh one from his simile.] SCENE X.--NOODLE, _and then_ GRIZZLE. _Nood_. [1] Sure, Nature means to break her solid chain, Or else unfix the world, and in a rage To hurl it from its axletree and hinges; All things are so confused, the king's in love, The queen is drunk, the princess married is. [Footnote 1: Our author hath been plundered here, according to custom Great nature, break thy chain that links together The fabrick of the world, and make a chaos Like that within my soul.--_Love Triumphant_. ----Startle Nature, unfix the globe, And hurl it from its axletree and hinges. --_Albion Queens_. The tott'ring earth seems sliding off its props. ] _Griz_. Oh, Noodle! Hast thou Huncamunca seen? _Nood_. I have seen a thousand sights this day, where none Are by the wonderful bitch herself outdone. The king, the queen, and all the court, are sights. _Griz_. [1] D--n your delay, you trifler! are you drunk, ha! I will not hear one word but Huncamunca. [Footnote 1: D--n your delay, ye torturers, proceed; I will not hear one word but Almahide. --_Conquest of Granada_. ] _Nood_. By this time she is married to Tom Thumb. _Griz_. [1] My Huncamunca! [Footnote 1: Mr Dryden hath imitated this in All for Love.] _Nood_. Your Huncamunca, Tom Thumb's Huncamunca, every man's Huncamunca. _Griz_. If this be true, all womankind are damn'd. _Nood_. If it be not, may I be so myself. _Griz_. See where she comes! I'll not believe a word Against that face, upon whose [1] ample brow Sits innocence with majesty enthroned. [Footnote 1: This Miltonic style abounds in the New Sophonisba: --And on her ample brow Sat majesty. ]