36For, riding on a cat, from high I'll fall,
And squirt down royal vengeance on you all. 90
FOOD. 37Her majesty the queen is in a passion.
KING. 38Be she, or be she not, I'll to the girl
And pave thy way, O Thumb. -- Now by yourself,
We were indeed a pretty king of clouts
To truckle to her will. -- For when by force 95 Or art the wife her husband overreaches, Give him the petticoat, and her the breeches.
THUMB. 39Whisper ye winds, that Huncamunca's
Echoes repeat, that Huncamunca's mine!
The dreadful business of the war is o'er, 100 And beauty, heav'nly beauty! crowns my toils! I've thrown the bloody garment now aside,
And hymeneal sweets invite my bride.
So when some chimney-sweeper all the day
Hath through dark paths pursued the sooty way, 105 At night, to wash his hands and face he flies, And in his t'other shirt with his Brickdusta lies.
[GRIZZLE.] 40Where art thou, Grizzle? where are
now thy glories?
Where are the drums that waken thee to honor?
Greatness is laced coat from Monmouth-street,*
Which fortune lends us for a day to wear,
To-morrow puts it on another's back. 5 The spiteful sun but yesterday surveyed His rival high as Saint Paul's cupola;
Now may he see me as Fleet-ditch laid low.
QUEEN. 41Teach me to scold, prodigious-minded
Mountain of treason, ugly as the devil,
Teach this confounded hateful mouth of mine
To spout forth words malicious as thyself,
Words which might shame all Billingsgate to
GRIZ. Far be it from my pride to think my tongue
Your royal lips can in that art instruct,
Wherein you so excel. But may I ask,
Without offence, wherefore my queen would scold?
QUEEN. Wherefore? Oh! Blood and thunder!
ha'n't you heard 10 (What ev'ry corner of the court resounds) That little Thumb will be a great man made?
GRIZ. I heard it, I confess -- for who, alas!
42Can always stop his ears? -- But would my teeth,
By grinding knives, had first been set on edge! 15
QUEEN. Would I had heard, at the still noon of
The hallaloo of fire in every street!
Odsbobs! I have a mind to hang myself,
To think I should a grandmother be made
By such a rascal! -- Sure the king forgets 20 When in a pudding, by his mother put, The bastard, by thinker, on a stile
Was dropped. -- O, good lord Grizzle! can I bear
To see him from a pudding mount the throne?
Or can, oh can, my Huncamunca bear 25 To take a pudding's offspring to her arms?
GRIZ. O horror! horror! horror cease, my queen.
43Thy voice, like twenty screech-owls, wracks my
QUEEN. Then rouse thy spirit -- we may yet
This hated match.
GRIZ. ----- We will;44 not fate itself, 30 Should it conspire with Thomas Thumb, should
I'll swim through seas; I'll ride upon the clouds;
I'll dig the earth; I'll blow out every fire;
I'll rave; I'll rant; I'll rise; I'll rush; I'll roar;|
Fierce as the man whom45 smiling dolphins bore
From the prosaic to poetic shore.
I'll tear the scoundrel into twenty pieces.
QUEEN. Oh, no! prevent the match, but hurt
For, though I would not have him have my daughter,
For, borne upon a cloud, from high I'll fall,
And rain down royal vengeance on you all.
Albion Queens [BANKS].
Love me, or love me not.
Conquest of Granada.
[Hillhouse notes that this speech is not in Dryden's play.]
Where art thou, Essex, &c.
I'll glue my ears to ev'ry word.
as were to be wished; a smiling fish seeming a little more diffi-
cult to be imagined than a flying fish. Mr. Dryden is of
opinion that smiling is the property of reason, and that no
irrational creature can smile:
Smiles not allowed to beasts from reason move.
State of Innocence [ DRYDEN].