{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/arthur/art121.htm","path":"neu/arthur/art121.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/arthur/art121.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends/Sagas\u00a0\n England\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n An Arthurian Miscellany\n TOM THUMB THE GREAT:\n \n A BURLESQUE TRAGEDY,\n \n IN TWO ACTS\n \n ALTERED, FROM FIELDING,\n by\n KANE O'HARA, ESQ.\n \n ________________ \n \n REMARKS. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Though small in its subject, this \"tragedy of tragedies\" has engaged the attention of two dramatic writers: its original parent, HenryFielding, our celebrated novelist, brought it on the Haymarket stage, in the year 1730, when it met with great success. This burlesque may be considered almost the best that ever appeared. It is, also, a proper sequel to the Duke of Buckingham's Rehearsal; as it embraces and satirises the absurdities of almost all the writers of tragedy from the period when that piece stops. The love-scenes, rage, marriage, battle, and catastrophe, are such forcible imitations of the rules observed by the tragic writers of that time, that the satire conveyed in them cannot escape the observation of any one conversant with the writers of the last century,* and to those who do not comprehend every turn its humour, it will always appear agreeable. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In Mr. O'Hara's alteration of this piece of true burlesque, he has certainly, allowing for its compression, preserved the points of the original, and presented an entertainment that maintains its credit undiminished on the stage. \n \n DRAMATIS PERSON\u00c6 \n Characters in Fielding's Original Piece entitled, \"The Tragedy of Tragedies; or the Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great,\" as performed at the Haymarket, 1730. \n \n KING ARTHUR , a passionate sort of King, husband to Queen Dollallolla, of whom he stands a little in fear; father to Huncamunca, whom he is very fond of; and in love with Glumdalca.................................................... Mr. Mullart .\n TOM THUMB THE GREAT , a little hero with a great soul, something violent in his temper, which is a little abated by his love for Huncamunca....................................................................................................................................... Young Verhuyck . \n GHOST OF GAFFER THUMB , a whimsical sort of Ghost.............................................................. Mr. Lacy . \n LORD GRIZZLE , extremely zealous for the liberty of the subject, very choleric in his temper, and in love with Huncamunca...................................................................................................................................... Mr. Jones . \n MERLIN , a Conjurer, and in some sort father to Thumb..................................................................... Mr. Hallam . \n NOODLE , { Courtiers in place, and consequently of that part that is uppermost................................} Mr. Reynolds . \n DOODLE , {....................................................................................................................................} Mr. Wathan . \n FOODLE , a Courtier that is out of place, and consequently of that party that is undermost................... Mr. Ayres . \n BAILIFF ,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0{ Of the party of the plaintiff,.....................................................................................} Mr. Peterson \n FOLLOWER , {...............................................................................................................................} Mr. Hicks . \n PARSON , of the side of the church,.................................................................................................... Mr. Watson . \n \n QUEEN DOLLALLOLLA , wife to King Arthur, and mother to Huncamunca; a woman entirely faultless, saving that she is a little given to drink; a little too much a virago towards her husband, and in love with Tom Thumb................................... Mrs. Mullart . \n The PRINCESS HUNCAMUNCA , daughter to their Majesties King Arthur and Queen Dollallolla, of a very sweet, gentle, and amorous disposition, equally in love with Lord Grizzle and Tom Thumb, and desirous to be married to them both..... Mrs. Jones . \n GLUMDALCA , of the Giants, a captive Queen, beloved by the King, but in love with Tom Thumb,........................ Mrs. Dove . \n CLEORA ,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0{ Maids of Honour, in love with................................................................................ }Noodle. \n MUSTACHA , {...............................................................................................................................} Doodle. \n \n Courtiers, Guards, Rebels, Drums, Trumpets, Thunder and Lightning. \n \n SCENE.--The Court of King Arthur, and a Plain thereabouts. \n \n ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n *Fielding's original, with his notes by Scriblerus Secundus, the Preface, &c. form a fund of sterling satire on the criticisms of his contemporaries, and on the works of former writers of tragedies. \n \n TOM THUMB \n \n A Burlesque Opera, Altered From Fielding, By Kane O'Hara \n \n Haymarket, 1810 \n \n Dramatis Person\u00e6 \n \n KING ARTHUR,................. Mr. Dowton . \n TOM THUMB,................... Master West . \n MERLIN,.......................... Mr. Denman . \n LORD GRIZZLE,................ Mr. Liston . \n NOODLE,......................... Mr. Taylor . \n DOODLE,......................... Mr. Grove . \n GHOST,............................ Mr. Denman . \n WOMEN \n \n QUEEN DOLLALLOLLA,............ Mrs. Liston . \n PRINCESS HUNCAMUNCA,......... Mrs. Taylor . \n GLUMDALCA,......................... Miss Leserve . \n FRIZALETTA,............................ Miss Vining . \n PLUMANTE,.............................. Mrs. Kendal . \n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0ACT I.\n \n SCENE I.-- A Palace Yard . \n \n Enter DOODLE on one side of the stage, and NOODLE on the other; after a long obeisance, they embrace . \n \n DUET. \n \n Dood \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Sure such a day, \n So renown'd, so victorious-- \n Such a day as this was never seen; \n Courtiers so gay \n And the mob so uproarious-- \n Nature seems to wear a universal grin. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Arthur to Doll \n Is grown bobbish and uxorious; \n While both she and Huncamunca tipple, talking tawdry; \n Even Mr. Sol, \n So tifted out, so glorious, \n Glitters like a beau in a new birth-day embroidery. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, 'tis a day \n Of jublilee, cajollery; \n A day we never saw before; \n A day of fun and drollery. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That you may say, \n Their majesties may boast of it; \n And since it never can come more \n 'Tis fit they make the most of it. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, 'tis a day, &c. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That you may say, &c. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sure such a day, &c. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Courtiers so gay, &c. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yes, Noodle, yes;--to-day the mighty Thumb \n Returns triumphant.--Captive giants swarm \n Like bees behind his ear. [ Flourish of trumpets . \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 These trumpets speak the king at levee--I go. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And I also--to offer my petition. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Doodle, do. [ Exit. \n \n SCENE II.-- Inside of the Palace. \n \n The KING and QUEEN SEATED on a throne. -- \n LORD GRIZZLE, Courtiers, and Attendants. -- \n DOODLE and NOODLE apart . \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let no face but a face of joy be seen! \n The man, who this day frowns, shall lose his head, \n That he may have no face to frown withal-- \n Smile, Dollallolla! [ Kisses her. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Kneeling.] Dread liege, \n This petition-- \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Dashes it away.] Petition me no petitions, Sir, to-day; \n To-day, it is our pleasure--to be drunk, \n And this our queen shall be as drunk as we. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Is't so? why then perdition catch the failers! \n Let's have a row, and get as drunk as sailors. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 AIR.--QUEEN. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What though I now am half seas o'er, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I scorn to balk this bout, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of stiff rack-punch fetch bowls a score, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0'Fore George, I'll see them out. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What though, &c. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But, Sir, your queen 'twould ill become, \n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0T'indulge in vulgar sips; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0No drop of brandy, gin, or rum, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Should pass these royal lips, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But, Sir, &c. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chorus. --Rum ti iddity, row, row, row. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0If we'd a good sup, we'd take it now. \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Though rack, in punch, ten shillings were a quart, \n And rum and brandy be but half-a-crown, \n Rather than quarrel, thou shalt have thy fill. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Flourish of drums and trumpets. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 These martial sounds, my liege, announce the general. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Haste we to meet, and meetly to receive \n him. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Rises from the throne; martial music. \n \n Enter TOM THUMB, Attendants, and GLUMDALCA, in chains. \n \n Welcome, thrice welcome, mighty Thomas Thumb! \n Thou tiny hero--pigmy giant queller! \n What gratitude can thank away the debt \n Thy valour puts upon us. \n [Takes him up and embraces him. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! ye gods! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Aside. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When I'm not thank'd at all I'm thank'd enough-- \n I've done my duty, and I've done no more\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Bows. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Was ever such a godlike creature seen? \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thy modesty's a flambeau to thy merit; \n It shines itself, and shows thy merit too. \n O Tommy, Tommy Thumb! what to thy prowess do we owe! \n Ask some reward--great as we can bestow. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I ask not kingdoms, I can conquer those; \n I ask not money, money I've enough: \n If this be called a debt, take my receipt in full: \n I ask but this, to sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes, \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Aside.] Prodigious bold request! \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Be still, my soul!-- \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [After a pause.] It is resolv'd \n The princess is thy own! [To THUMB. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O happy Tommy! super-happy Thumb. \n Whisper, ye winds, that Huncamunca's mine! \n The bloody bus'ness of grim war is o'er, \n And beauty, heavenly beauty, crowns my toils. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--TOM. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As when the chimney-sweeper \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Has, all the live-long day, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Through darksome paths a creeper, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Pursued his sooty way: \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0At night, to wash in water \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0His hands and face he flies; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And, in his t'other tatter, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With his Brickdusta lies. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Exit;--flourish of Trumpets. \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Looking fondly at GLUMDALCA.] I feel \n a sudden pain across my breast; [Aside. \n Nor know I whether it proceeds from love \n Or the wind--cholic--but time will show.--Huge--our queen of hearts! \n Sure thou wert form'd by all the gods in council; \n Who, having made a lucky hit beyond their journey-work, \n Cry'd out--\"This is a woman!\" \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then were the gods confoundedly mistaken. \n We are a giantess--I tell thee, Arthur, \n We yesterday were both a queen and wife; \n One hundred thousand giants own'd our sway; \n Twenty whereof were wedded to ourself. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, bless'd perogative of giantism! \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Aside. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! vast queen!--Think our court thine own; \n Call for whate'er thou lik'st--there's nought to pay, \n Nor art thou captive, but thy captive we. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Takes off her chains. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Aside.] Ha! Arthur faithless! \n This gag my rival, too, in dear Tom Thumb! \n Revenge!--but I'll dissemble-- \n Madam, believe that with a woman's eye \n I view your loss--take comfort--for, to-morrow \n Our grenadiers shall be called out, then choose \n As many husbands as you think you'll want. \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Madam, I rest your much obliged and very humble servant. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Exit. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Though greater yet Tom's boasted merit was, \n He shall not have my daughter, that is pos. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Advancing to the KING. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ha! say'st thou? \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yes, I say he sha'n't. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 How, sha'n't! \n Now by our royal self, we swear--I'll be damn'd, but he shall. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 AIR.--QUEEN. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Then tremble all, who weddings ever made, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And tremble more who did this match persuade; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For, like a worried cat, I'll spit, I'll squall, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I'll scratch, I'll tear the eyes out of ye all. \n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 [ The KING throws his hat at the QUEEN. \n \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 [Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES. \n \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her majesty, the queen, is in a passion. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She may be damn'd. Who cares? We were indeed \n A pretty king of clouts, were we to truckle \n To all her maudlin humours. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--KING. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0We kings, who are in our senses, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Mock our consorts violences; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Pishing at their moods and tenses, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our own will we follow \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0If the husband, once gives way \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To his wife's capricious sway, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For his breeches he next day \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0May go whoop and hollow. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exeunt. \n \n SCENE III.-- The outside of the Palace. \n \n Enter LORD GRIZZLE. \n \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Arthur wrongs me! \n Cheats me of my Huncamunca! \n Rouse thee, Grizzle! 'Sblood, I'll be a rebel. \n Alas! What art thou, honour? \n A Monmouth--street laced coat, gracing to-day \n My back; to-morrow glittering on another's-- \n To arms! to arms! \n \n Enter QUEEN, in a rage. \n \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Teach me to scold, O Grizzle! \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Scold, would my queen?--Say, ah! wherefore! \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Wherefore! \n Faggots and fire--my daughter to Tom Thumb! \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I'll mince the atom into countless pieces. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! no; prevent the match, but hurt not him-- \n Him!--thou!--thou kill the man \n Who kill'd the giants? \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Giants?--why, Madam, 'tis all flummery: \n He made the giants first, and then he kill'd them. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 How! hast thou seen no giants? Are there not \n Now in our yard ten thousand proper giants? \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Madam, shall I tell you what I am going to say? I do not positively know, but as near as \n I can guess, I cannot tell; though I firmly do believe there is not one. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Out from my sight, base Pickthank, hie, begone! \n By all my stars, thou enviest Tom Thumb. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yes, yes, I go; but, Madam, know \n (Since your majesty's so pert) \n That a flood of Tommy's blood, \n To allay this storm shall spurt. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exeunt. \n \n SCENE IV.-- An Antechamber. \n \n The KING, on a Couch. \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Methought \n I heard a voice say, \"Sleep no more!\" \n Glumdalca exiles sleep--and therefore, Arthur \n Can sleep no more. \n \n The Ghost of GAFFER THUMB rises, with a blue \n lantern on a long staff. \n \n Ghost. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! \n Soon shalt thou sleep enough. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ah! what art thou? \n Ghost. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The ghost of Gaffer Thumb. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A ghost!--Stand off! \n I'll have thee laid in the Red Sea. \n Ghost. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, Arthur! take heed. \n My thread is spun--list, list, oh, list! \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--GHOST.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Pale death is prowling, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Dire omens, scowling,. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Doom thee to slaughter, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Thee, thy wife, and daughter. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Furies are growling, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With horrid groans; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Grizzle's rebellion, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What need I tell you on? \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or by a red cow, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Tom Thumb devoured? \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Hark! the cock crowing. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Cock crows. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I must be going, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I can no more. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Vanishes. \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 No more! and why no more, or why so much? \n Better quite ignorant, than half instructed. \n By Jove, this bo-peep ghost makes game of us; \n Therefore, Fate, keep your secret to yourself. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--KING. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Such a fine king as I don't fear your threats of a rush, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Do show your sweet phiz again, and I'll quickly call up a blush, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For I am up, up, up, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But you are down, down, down, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Do pop up your nob again, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And 'egad I'll crack your crown. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Who cares for you, Mr. Ghost? or all that you can do; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I laugh at your stupid threats, and your cock-a-doodle do; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Cock crows. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For I am up, up, up, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But you are down, down, down; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Draw your sword like a man, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or I'll box you for a crown. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rum ti iddity, &c. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Scene closes. \n \n SCENE V.--HUNCAMUNCA'S Dressing Room . \n \n HUNCAMUNCA at her toilette , FRIZALETTA waiting . \n \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Give me some music,--see that it be sad. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Band plays a strain . \n Oh, Tommy Thumb! why art thou Tommy Thumb? \n Why had not might Bantam been thy father? \n Why not the king of Brentford, old or new? \n Friz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Madam, Lord Grizzle. \n \n Enter LORD GRIZZLE. \n \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [Kneeling.] Oh, Huncamunca! Huncamunca, oh! \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This to my rank,--bold man! \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ah, beauteous princess! \n Love levels rank,--lords down to cellar bears, \n And bids the brawny porter walk up stairs.-- \n Nought is for love too high, nor aught too low--\n Oh, Huncamunca! Huncamunca, oh! \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My lord, in vain, a-suitoring you come, \n For I'm engaged this instant to Tom Thumb. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Play not the fool! that less than baby shun, \n Or you will ne'er be brought to bed of one. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am I thus fobb'd?--then I my words recal. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall I to Doctors' Commons? \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Do so, pray-- \n I now am in the mood, and cannot stay. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--LORD GRIZZLE. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In hurry post haste for a license, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In hurry ding dong I come back; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For that you sha'n't need bid me twice hence, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I'll be there, and here, in a crack. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hey ting, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My heart's on the wing, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I now could leap over the moon, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let the chaplain \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Set us grap'ling. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And we'll stock a baby-house soon. \n \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ah! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exit. \n \n Enter TOM THUMB. \n \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Where is my Huncamunca? where's my princess? \n Where those bright eyes, the card-matches of Cupid, \n That light up all with love my waxen soul? \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Put out the light, nor waste thy little taper. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Put out the light? impossible! \n As well Sir Solomon might put out his rush-light. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am to Lord Grizzle promis'd. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Promis'd! \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Too sure, 'tis enter'd in fate's journal. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Enter'd. \n Zounds! I'll tear out the leaf--I'll blot the page \n --I'll burn the book. \n I tell thee, princess, had I been thy help-mate, \n We soon had peopled this whole realm with Thumbs. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O fie! I shudder at the gross idea! \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then go we to the king--let him decide, \n Whether you shall be Grizzle's or my bride. \n [Going out hand-in-hand, are met by GLUMDALCA. \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Stop, brandy-nose! hopest thou the wight, \n Who once hath worn my easy chains, will toil in thine? \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Easy, no doubt, by twenty husbands worn. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the balcony which o'erhangs the stage, \n I've seen one wench two 'prentices engage: \n This half-a-crown doth in his fingers hold, \n That just lets peep a little bit of gold. \n Miss, the half-guinea wisely doth purloin, \n And scorns the bigger, and the baser, coin. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0TRIO.\n \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! the vixen pigmy brat, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of inches scarce half six; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To slight me for a chit like that, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Ah! Mr. Tom, are these your tricks? \n \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! the coarse salacious trull, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Who giant paramours twice ten \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To bed can pull, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With hugs can lull, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Yet still would gull \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Young gentlemen. \n \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Little though I be, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I scorn the sturdy strum; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Nor ever she, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My dear from thee \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall debauch thy own Tom Thumb. \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! the vixen, &c. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! the coarse, &c. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Little though I be, &c. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exeunt. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0ACT II. \n \n SCENE I-- The Court of the Palace. \n \n Enter NOODLE. \n \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sure, Nature means to unhinge the solid globe! \n Chaos is come again--all's topsy-turvy. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--NOODLE. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0King Arthur in love ancle deep--speed the plough. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Glumdalca will soon be his punk-a; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The Queen Dollallolla's as drunk as a sow, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In bed with Tom Thumb, Huncamunca. \n \n Enter LORD GRIZZLE, hastily . \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If this be true, all women kind are damn'd. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If it be not, may I be damn'd myself. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exit . \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then, get out, patience! oh, I'm whirlwind all; \n Havoc, let loose the dogs of war, hallo! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exit . \n \n SCENE II.-- A Chamber in the Palace . \n \n Enter QUEEN. \n \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ah! wherefore from his Dollallolla's arms. \n Doth Arthur steal? Why all alone, \n And in the dark, leave her, whose feeble nerves \n He knows are harrow'd up with fears of spirits? \n \n Enter KING. \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We hop'd the fumes, sweet queen, of last night's punch, \n Had glued they lovely eyes; but, ah! we find \n There is no power in drams to quiet wives. \n \n Enter NOODLE. \n \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Long life to both your majesties,--if life \n Be worth a fig--Lord Grizzle, at the head \n Of a rebellious rout, invests the palace; \n He swears--unless the princess straight \n Be yielded up, with Tom Thumb's pate, \n About your ears he will beat down the gate. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The devil he will!--but see the princess! \n \n Enter HUNCAMUNCA. \n \n Say, where's the mighty Thumb, our sword and buckler? \n Though 'gainst us men and giants league with gods: \n Yet Thumb alone is equal to more odds. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 About an hour and a half ago \n Tom sallied forth to meet the foe, \n And soon, who's who, he'll make them know. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! oh! \n Come Dollallolla: Huncamunca, come; \n Within, we'll wait in whole skins for Tom Thumb. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exeunt . \n \n SCENE III.-- A Plain . \n \n Enter LORD GRIZZLE, NOODLE, and Rebels. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [A March.] \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thus far with victory our arms are crown'd; \n For, though we have not fought, yet have we found \n No enemy to fight withal. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Drums and Trumpets . \n \n Enter THUMB, DOODLE, and Soldiers . \n \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Art thou the man, whom men fam'd Grizzle call? \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Art thou the much more fam'd Tom Thumb the small? \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The same. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The same. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His prowess now each prove. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For liberty I stand. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And I for love \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [A battle between the two armies ; they fight off. \n \n Enter GLUMDALCA, and meets GRIZZLE, while fighting THUMB. \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Turn, coward, turn! nor from a woman fly! \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thou art unworthy of my arm. \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am I? \n Have at thy heart then! \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Thrusts at, but misses him . \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Rampant queen of sluts! \n Now have at thine. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Strikes . \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Falling .] You've run me through the guts. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then there's an end of one. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Going. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Is met by TOM THUMB, who runs him through . \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 An end of two, \n Thou hast it. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exit . \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, Tom Thumb! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Falls .] thy soul beshrew! \n I die--Ambition! the fates have made their tour, \n And the black cart is waiting at the door. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0AIR.--LORD GRIZZLE. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My body is a bankrupt's shop, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My cruel creditor, grim Death; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Who puts to life's brisk trade a stop, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And will be paid with my last breath.-- \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! Oh! Oh! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Dies . \n \n Enter TOM THUMB and Attendants . \n \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bear off the carcasses; lop off his knob, \n 'Twill witness to the king Tom Thumb's good job; \n Rebellion's dead, and now--I'll go to breakfast. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exit. \n [Attendants lay hold of GRIZZLE. \n \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Why dost thou call me from the peaceful grave? \n Attend. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sir, we came to bear your body off. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then I'll bear it off myself. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exeunt . \n \n \n SCENE IV.-- The Presence-chamber. \n \n Enter KING ARTHUR, QUEEN DOLLALLOLLA, PRINCESS \n HUNCAMUNCA, DOODLE, PLUMANTE, FRIZALETTA, \n and Attendants . \n \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Open the prisons, set the wretched free \n And bid our treasurer disburse five guineas \n To pay their debts.--Let our arch necromancer, \n Sage Merlin, straight attend us:--we the while \n Will view the triumph of our son-in-law. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Take note, Sir, that on this our wedding-day \n Two victories hath my gallant husband won. \n \n Enter NOODLE. \n \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, monstrous, dreadful, terrible! oh! oh! \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What means the blockhead? \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But to grace my tale with decent horror: \n Tom Thumb is no more! \n A huge red cow, larger than the largest size, just now i'the open street, \n Before my eyes, devour'd the great Tom Thumb! \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ A general groan . \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shut, shut again the prisons: \n Let our tresurer \n Not issue out three farthings. Hang all the culprits, \n And bid the schoolmasters whip all their little boys. \n Nood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her majesty the queen is in a swoon. \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Not so much in a swoon, but to have still \n Strength to reward the messenger of ill. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [QUEEN kills NOODLE. \n Friz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My lover kill'd-- \n His death I thus revenge. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Kills the QUEEN. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Kill my mamma! \n O base assassin! there! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Kills FRIZALETTA. \n Dood. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For that, take this! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Kills HUNCA. \n Plum .\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And thou, take that. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0[ Kills DOODLE. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Die, murderess vile! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Kills PLUM. \n Ah, Death makes a feast to-day, \n And but reserves ourselves for his bon bouche . \n So when the boy, whom nurse from danger guards, \n Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards; \n Kings, queens, and knaves, tip one another down, \n Till the whole pack lie scatter'd and o'erthrown. \n Thus all our pack upon the floor is cast, \n And my sole boast is, that I will die the last. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Stabs himself;--they all lie on the stage, dead . \n \n \n MERLIN rises.--Thunder and lightening . \n \n Merlin. Blood, what a scene of slaughter's here! \n But I'll soon shift it, never fear. \n Gallants, behold! one touch of Merlin's magic, \n Shall to gay comic change this dismal tragic. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Waves his wand. \n \n Scene changes, and discovers the Cow . \n \n First, at my word, thou horned cannibal, \n Return again our England's Hannibal. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Thunder . \n \n [THUMB is thrown out of the Cow's mouth, and starts fiercely .] \n \n Next to you, king, queen, lords, and commons, \n I issue my hell-bilking summons. \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0INCANTATION. \n \n Arise, ye groupes of drunken sots! \n Who deal out deaths, you know not why; \n No more of porter pots, or plots \n Your senseless jealousy lay by. \n Your souls cannot as yet be far \n Upon their way to dreary night: \n My power remands them. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ They all start up as MERLIN touches them. \n \n Enter GLUMDALCA and GRIZZLE. \n \n Here ends jar, \n Live, love, and all this will be right. \n King. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ To the QUEEN.] One kind buss, my Dolly Queen; \n When we two last parted, \n We scarce hop'd to buss again; \n My heart! lord, how it smarted! \n Queen. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ To the KING.] Dear King Atty, pitty, patty, \n Mine too went a fleeting; \n Now we in a nipperkin \n May toast this merry meeting. \n Tom. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ To HUNC.] Come, my Hunky, come, my pet, \n Love's in haste, don't stay him; \n Deep we are in Hymen's debt, \n And 'tis high time we pay him. \n Hunc. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ To TOM.] Have, dear Tommy, \n Pity on me; \n I am by shame restricted; \n Yet I obey, \n So take your way \n I must not contradict it. \n Griz. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ To GLUM.] Grandest Glum, in my behoof, \n To love's laws be pliant; \n Me you'll find a man of proof, \n Although not quite a giant. \n Glum. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ To GRIZ.] Indeed, Lord Griz, \n Through for that phiz \n Few amorous queens would choose you \n Yet thus bereft, \n Not one chum left, \n I think I can't refuse you. \n Merlin. Now love and live, and live and love. \n All. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sage Merlin's in the right on't; \n Merlin. Each couple prove like hand in glove; \n All. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Agreed. \n Queen. 'Fore George, we'll make a night on't. \n All. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let discord cease, \n Let all in peace \n Go home and kiss their spouses; \n Join hat and cap \n In one loud clap, \n And wish us crowded houses. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 [ Exeunt . \n \n \n \n \n Next: King Arthur in Avalon, by Sara Hammond Palfrey [1900]","title":"Arthurian Miscellany: Tom Thumb the Great, by Kane O'Hara [1780]","type":"page"}