HUNC. 70Oh! what is music to the ear that's deaf,
Or a goose-pie to him that has no taste?
What are these praises now to me, since I
Am promised to another?
THUMB. Ha! promised?
HUNC. Too sure; 'its written in the book of
THUMB. 71Then I will tear away the leaf
Wherein it's writ; or, if fate won't allow
So large a gap within its journal-book,
I'll blot it out at least.
GLUMDALCA, TOM THUMB, HUNCAMUNCA.
GLUM. 72I need not ask if you are Huncamunca,
Your brandy-nose proclaims --
HUNC. I am a princess;
Nor need I ask who you are.
GLUM. A giantess;
The queen of those who made and unmade queens.
HUNC. The man whose chief ambition is to be 5 My sweetheart hath destroyed these mighty giants.
GLUM. Your sweetheart? Dost thou think the
man who once
Hath worn my easy chains will e'er wear thine?
HUNC. Well may your chains be easy, since, if
Says true, they have been tried on twenty hus-
bands. 1073The glove or boot, so many times pulled on,
May well sit easy on the hand or foot.
GLUM. I glory in the number, and when I
Sit poorly down, like thee, content with one,
Heaven change this face for one as bad as thine. 15
HUNC. Let me see nearer what this beauty is
That captivates the heart of men by scores.
(Holds a candle to her face.)
Oh! heaven, thou art as ugly as the devil.
GLUM. You'd give the best of shoes within your
To be but half so handsome.
HUNC. Since you come 2074To that, I'll put my beauty to the test,
Tom Thumb, I'm yours, if you with me will go.
GLUM. Oh! stay, Tom Thumb, and you alone
That bed where twenty giants used to lie.
THUMB. In the balcony that o'erhangs the
stage, 25 I've seen a whore two 'prentices engage; One half-a-crown does in his fingers bold,
The other shows a little piece of gold;
She the half-guinea wisely does purloin,
And leaves the larger and the baser coin. 30
GLUM. Left, scorned, and loathed for such a chit
75I feel the storm that's rising in my mind,
'Tempests and whirlwinds rise, and roll, and roar.
I'm all within a hurricane, as if
76The world's four winds were pent within my
carcase. 3577Confusion, horror, murder, guts, and death!
Souls shirted but with air. King Arthur.
Nor can I pass by a particular sort of soul in a particular sort of description in the New, Sophonisba [THOMSON]:
Ye mysterious powers,
-- Whether through your gloomy depths I wander,
Or on the mountains walk, give me the calm,
The steady smiling soul, where wisdom sheds
Eternal sunshine, and eternal joy.
Good heaven! the book of fate before me lay, But to tear out the journal of that day. Or, if the order of the world below Will not the gap of one whole day allow, Give me that minute when she made her vow.
Conquest of Granada [DRYDEN].
Untie your folded thoughts, and let them dangle loose as a bride's hair. Injured Love [TATE].
Which line seems to have as much title to a milliner's shop as our author's to a, shoemaker's.
Your majesty believe that he can be
A traitor? Earl of Essex [BANKS).
Every page of Sophonisba [THOMSON] gives us instances of this excellence.
Love mounts and rolls about my stormy mind.
Tempests and whirlwinds through my bosom move.
With such a furious tempest on his brow,
As if the world's four winds were pent within
His blustering carcase. Anna Bullen [BANKS].
-- My life is worn to rags,
Not worth a prince's wearing.
Love Triumph[ani] [DRYDEN].