Thy pouting breasts, like kettle-drums of brass,
Beat everlasting loud alarms of joy;
As bright as brass they are, and oh, as hard.
Oh! Huncamunca, Huncamunca, oh! 5
HUNC. Ha! dost thou know me, princess as I am,
64That thus of me you dare to make your game?
GRIZ. Oh! Huncamunca, well I know that you
A princess are, and a king's daughter, too;
But love no meanness scorns, no grandeur fears;|
Love often lords into the cellar bears,
And bids the sturdy porter come up stairs.
For what's too high for love, or what's too low?
Oh! Huncamunca, Huncamunca, oh!
HUNC. But, granting all you say of love were
true, 15 My love, alas! is to another due! In vain to me a suitoring you come,
For I'm already promised to Tom Thumb.
GRIZ. And can my princess such a durgen* wed?
One fitter for your pocket than your bed! 20 Advised by me, the worthless baby shun, Or you will ne'er be brought to bed of one.
Oh, take me to thy arms, and never flinch,
Who am a man, by Jupiter ev'ry inch.
65Then, while in joys together lost we lie, 25 I'll press thy soul while gods stand wishing by.
HUNC. If, sir, what you insinuate you prove,
All obstacles of promise you remove;
For all engagements to a man must fall,
Whene'er that man is proved no man at all. 30
GRIZ. Oh! let him seek some dwarf, some fairy
Where no joint-stool must lift him to the kiss.
But, by the stars and glory! you appear
Much fitter for a Prussian grenadier;
One globe alone on Atlas' shoulders rests, 35 Two globes are less than Huncamunca's breasts; The milky way is not so white, that's flat,
And sure thy breasts are full as large as that.
HUNC. Oh, sir, so strong your eloquence I find,
It is impossible to be unkind. 40
GRIZ. Ah! speak that o'er again; and let the
From one pole to another pole rebound;
The earth and sky each be a battledore,
And keep the sound, that shuttlecock, up an hour:
To Doctors-Commons* for a license I, 45 Swift as an arrow from a bow, will fly.
HUNC. Oh, no! lest some disaster we should meet,
'Twere better to be married at the Fleet.†
GRIZ. Forbid it, all ye powers, a princess should
By that vile place contaminate her blood; 50 My quick return shall to my charmer prove I travel on the67 post-horses of love.
HUNC. Those post-horses to me will seem too slow
Though they should fly swift as the gods, when they
Ride on behind that post-boy, Opportunity. 55
TOM THUMB, HUNCAMUNCA.
THUMB. Where is my princess? where's my
Where are those eyes, those cardmatches of love,
That68 light up all with love my waxen soul?
Where is that face with artful nature made
69In the same moulds where Venus' self was cast? 5
Traverse the glittering chambers of the sky,
Borne on a cloud in view of fate I'll lie,
And press her soul while gods stand wishing by.
Let the four winds from distant corners meet,
And on their wings first bear it into France;
Then back again to Edina's† proud walls,
Till victim to the sound th' aspiring city falls.
Albion Queens (BANKS].
I do not remember any metaphors so frequent in the tragic
poets as those borrowed from riding post:
The gods and opportunity ride post.
----- Let's rush together,
For death rides post:
Duke of Guise [LEE, but in his Cæsar Borgia].
Destruction gallops to thy murder post.
This image, too, very often occurs:
----- Bright as when thy eye
First lighted up our loves. Aurengzebe [DRYDEN].
'Tis not a crown alone Lights up my name.
Whom heaven, neglecting, made and scarce designed,
But threw me in for number to the rest.
State of Innocence [DRYDEN].
In one place, the same poet supposes man to be made of metal;
I was formed
Of that coarse metal which, when she was made,
The gods threw by for rubbish.
All for Love [DRYDEN].
In another, of dough:
When the gods moulded up the paste of man,
Some of their day was left upon their hands,
And so they made Egyptians. Cleomenes [DRYDEN].
In another, of clay:
----- Rubbish of remaining clay.
One makes the soul of wax: Sebastian [DRYDEN].
Her waxen soul begins to melt apace.
Another of flint: Anna Bullen [BANKS].
Sure our two souls have somewhere been acquainted
In former beings, or, struck out together,
One spark to Afric flew, and one to Portugal.