Lee seems to have had this last in his eye: 'Twas not my purpose, sir, to tarry there; I would but go to heaven to take the air.--_Gloriana_. ] [Footnote 3: A rising vapour rumbling in my brains.--_Cleomenes_. ] [Footnote 4: Some kind sprite knocks softly at my soul, To tell me fate's at hand. ] [Footnote 5: Mr Dryden seems to have had this simile in his eye, when he says, My soul is packing up, and just on wing. --_Conquest of Granada_. ] _Thumb_. With those last words [1] he vomited his soul, Which, [2] like whipt cream, the devil will swallow down. 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. [Footnote 1: And in a purple vomit pour'd his soul --_Cleomenes_. ] [Footnote 2: The devil swallows vulgar souls Like whipt cream. --_Sebastian_. ] 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; [1] curse that odious name! 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 [2] to-day, And this way marches, bearing Grizzle's head. [_A dance here._ [Footnote 1: How I could curs my name of Ptolemy! It is so long, it asks an hour to write it, By Heaven! I'll change it into Jove or Mars! Or any other civil monosyllable, That will not tire my hand. --_Cleomenes_. ] [Footnote 2: Here is a visible conjunction of two days in one, by which our author may have either intended an emblem of a wedding, or to insinuate that men in the honey-moon are apt to imagine time shorter than it is. It brings into my mind a passage in the comedy called the Coffee-House Politician: We will celebrate this day at my house to-morrow. ] [Illustration: The Death of Lord Grizzle.] _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! [1] Howl wolves, grunt bears, hiss snakes, shriek all ye 'ghosts! [Footnote 1: These beautiful phrases are all to be found in one single speech of King Arthur, or the British Worthy.] _King_. What does the blockhead mean?