Nay, till they overflow my utmost land,
And leave me nothing but the sea to rule.
DOOD. My liege, I a petition have here got.
|KING. Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;||15|
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
QUEEN. (Though I already16 half seas over am)
|If the capacious goblet overflow||20|
KING. Though rack, in punch, eight shillings be a
And rum and brandy be no more than six,
|Rather than quarrel you shall have your will.||25|
But, ha! the warrior comes -- the great Tom
The little hero, giant-killing boy,
Preserver of my kingdom, is arrived.
TOM THUMB to them, with Officers, Prisoners, and Attendants.
KING. 17Oh! welcome most, most welcome to my
What gratitude can thank away the debt
Your valor lays upon me?
QUEEN (aside). ----- 18Oh! ye gods!
THUMB. When I'm not thanked at all, I'm
|19I've done my duty, and I've done no more.||5|
KING. Thy modesty's a20 candle to thy merit,
It shines itself, and shows thy merit too.
But say, my boy, where didst thou leave the giants?
THUMB. My liege, without the castle gates they
KING. What look they like?
THUMB. Like nothing but themselves.
QUEEN (aside). 21And sure thou art like nothing but thyself.
|KING. Enough! the vast idea fills my soul.||15|
But ha! what form majestic strikes our eyes?
22So perfect, that it seems to have been drawn
|By all the gods in council: so fair she is,||20|
THUMB. Then were the gods mistaken -- she is
A woman, but a giantess -- whom we,
|23With much ado, have made a shift to haul||25|
I would be drunk with death.
The author of the new Sophonisba [THOMPSON] taketh hold of this monosyllable, and uses it pretty much to the same purpose:
The Carthaginian sword with Roman blood Was drunk.
I would ask Mr. D[enni]s which gives him the best idea, a drunken king, or a drunken sword?
Mr. Tate dresses up King Arthur's resolution in heroics:
Merry, my lord, o' th' captain's humor right,
I am resolved to be dead drunk to-night.
Lee also uses this charming word:
Love's the drunkenness of the mind.
I'm half seas o'er in death.
'Tis therefore, therefore 'tis.
I long, repent, repent, and long again.
----- Each star withdraws
His golden head, and burns within the socket
A soul grown old and sunk into the socket.
--This perfect face, drawn by the gods in council,
Which they were long a making.
Lu[cius] Jun[ius] Brut[us] [LEE].
-----At his birth the heavenly council paused,
And then at last cried out, 'This is a man!'
Dryden hath improved this hint to the utmost perfection:
So perfect, that the very gods who formed you, wondered
At their own skill, and cried, 'A lucky hit
Has mended our design!' Their envy hindered,
Or you had been immortal, and a pattern,
When heaven would work for ostentation sake,
To copy out again. All for Love [DRYDEN].
Banks prefers the works of Michael Angelo to that of the gods:
A pattern for the gods to make a man by,
Or Michael Angelo to form a statue.
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Publication information: Book title: British Dramatists from Dryden to Sheridan. Contributors: George Henry Nettleton - Editor, Arthur Eillicot Case - Editor. Publisher: Boston ; Houghton Mifflin company,.. Place of publication: Boston; New York. Publication year: 1939. Page number: 583.
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