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 Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be15 drunk,
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
QUEEN. (Though I already16 half seas over am)
If the capacious goblet overflow 20 With arrack*punch --'fore George! I'll see it out: Of rum, and brandy, I'll not taste a drop.
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 QUEEN (aside). Was ever such a godlike creature seen?
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
stand, 10 The castle gates too low for their admittance.
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 I see them -- yes, I see them now before me:
The monstrous, ugly, barb'rous sons of whores.
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 That surely at her birth the council paused, And then at length cried out, 'This is a woman!'
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.