Ha! What have I done? Go, call a coach, and let a coach be called; And let the man that calls it be the caller; And, in his calling, let him nothing call, But coach! coach! coach! Oh! for a coach, ye gods! [Exit raving. Returns with a Doctor. Bom. How fares your majesty? Doc. My lord, he's dead. Bom. Ha! dead! impossible! it cannot be ! I would not believe it, though himself should swear it. Go, join his body to his soul again, Or, by this light, thy soul shall quit thy body! Doc. My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic: His soul has left his body, and this world. And, if I find thou trifles with me there, Enter QUEEN and others. Has left me so; is not that a wretched thing? Tut. Why, then, dear madam! make no farther pother, Were I your majesty, I would try another. Rig. Ay, that I can, and please your majesty. So, ceremonies apart, let us proceed to business. Queen. Oh! but the mourning takes up all my care; I am at a loss what kind of weeds to wear. row. I'll make thee a great man, my little Phoscophorny. [To ALDI. aside, Aldi. I scorn your bounty; I'll be king, or nothing. Draw, miscreant! draw! Rig. No, sir, I'll take the law. [Runs behind the Queen. Queen. Well, gentlemen, to make the matter easy, Make preparation for our wedding day. [Exeunt omnes. SCENE I.-A palace yard. Enter DOODLE on one side of the stage, and NOODLE on the other; ofter a long obeisance, they embrace. DUET. Dood. Sure such a day, So renowned, so victorious Such a day as this never was seen ; Courtiers so gay,. And the mob so uprorious Nature seems to wear a universal grin. Nood. Arthur to Doll Is grown bobbish and uxorious; Dood. Oh, 'tis a day Their majesties may boast of it; Nood. Courtiers so gay, &c. Dood. Yes, Noodle, yes ;-to-day the mighty Thumb While both she and Huncamunca tipple, talking | Returns triumphant.-Captive giants swarm tawdry; Like bees behind his car. [Flourish of Trumpets. Nood. These trumpets speak the king at le Even Mr. Sol, Glitters like a beau in a new birth-day embroidery. vee, I go. So tifted out, so glorious, were a quart, And rum and brandy be but half a crown, [Flourish of drums and trumpets. Nood. These martial sounds, my liege, announce the general. King. Haste we to meet, and meetly to receive him. [Rises from the throne. [Martial music.] Enter Toм THUMB, Attendants, and GLUMDALCA in chains. Welcome, thrice welcome, mighty Thomas Thou tiny hero-pigmy giant queller! [Takes him up and embraces him. Queen. Oh! ye gods! [Aside. Tom. When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd enough I've done my duty, and I've done no more. [Bows. Queen. Was ever such a godlike creature seen! [Aside. Nor know I whether it proceeds from love Or the wind cholic-But time will shew.-Hugeous queen of hearts, Sure thou wert form'd by all the gods in council; Who, having made a lucky hit, beyond their journeywork, Cry'd out—" This is a woman !" Glum. Then were the gods confoundedly mistaken. We are a giantess-I tell thee, Arthur, Queen. Oh blest prerogative of giantism! [Aside. King. Oh! vast queen!-Think our court thine own; Call for whate'er thou likest-there's nought to pay, Nor art thou captive, but thy captive we. I view your loss-take comfort--for, to morrow Our grenadiers shall be called out, then choose As many husbands as you think you'll want. Glum. Madam, I rest your much obliged and very humble servant. [Exit. Queen. Though greater yet Tom's boasted merit was, He shall not have my daughter, that is pos. [Advancing to the King. King. Ha! say'st thou? Queen. Yes, I say he shan't. King. How, shan't! Queen. How! hast thou seen no giants? Are there not Now in our yard ten thousand proper giants? Griz. Madam, shall I tell you what I'm going to say? I do not positively know, but, as near as I can guess, I cannot tell; though I firmly do believe there is not one. Queen. Out from my sight, base Pickthank, hie, begone! Now by our royal self, we swear-I'll be damn'd By all my stars, thou enviest Tom Thumb. but he shall. AIR.-Queen. Then tremble all, who weddings ever made, And tremble more who did this match persuade; For, like a worried cat, I'll spit, I'll squall, I'll scratch, I'll tear the eyes out of ye all. [The King throws his hat at the Queen.] [Exeunt Queen and Ladies Dood. Her majesty, the queen, is in a passion. King. She may be damn'd. Who cares? We were indeed A pretty king of clouts, were we to truckle Enter Queen, in a rage. Queen. Teach me to scold, O Grizzle! SCENEI IV.-An Anti-chamber. The King on a Couch. King. -Methought I heard a voice say, "Sleep no more!" Glumdalca exiles sleep-and therefore, Arthur Can sleep no more. The Ghost of GAFFER THUMB rises, with a blue Lantern on a long staff. Ghost. Oh, Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Soon shalt thou sleep enough. King. Ah! what art thou? Ghost. The ghost of Gaffer Thumb. I'll have thee laid in the Red Sea. Ghost. Oh, Arthur! take heed. King. No more! and why no more, or why so much? Griz. Scold, would my queen?-say, ah! Better quite ignorant, than half instructed. wherefore! Queen. Wherefore ! Faggots and fire-my daughter to Tom Thumb! Griz. I'll mince the atom into countless pieces. Queen. Oh! no; prevent the match, but hurt not hin Him!-thou!-thou kill the man Griz. Giants!—why, madam, 'tis all flum mery: He made the giants first, and then he kill'd them, By Jove, this bo-peep ghost makes game of us, Therefore, Fate, keep your secret to yourself. Griz. [Kneeling.] Oh, Huncamunca! Huncamunca, oh! n! Hunc. This to my rank,-bold man Griz. Ah, beauteous princess! Love levels rank,-lords down to cellar bears, And bids the brawny porter walk up stairs.Nought is for love too high, nor ought too low Oh, Huncamunca! Huncamunca, oh! Hunc. Mylord, in vain, a-suitoring you come, For I'm engaged this instant to Tom Thumb. Griz. Play not the fool! that less than baby shun, Or you will near be brought to bed of one. Hunc. Am I thus fobb'd?-then I my recall, Griz. Shall I to Doctor's Common? Hunc. Do so, pray I now am in the mood, and cannot stay. AIR.-GRIZZLE. In hurry post for a licence, In hurry ding dong I come back; words For that you shan't need bid me twice hence, My heart's on the wing, I now could leap over the moon; Let the chaplain Set us grap'ling, And we'll stock a baby-house soon. Tom. In the balcony which o'erhangs the stage, Glum. Oh! the vixen pigmy brat, Young gentlemen. Tom. Little though I be, I scorn the sturdy strum; Nor ever she, My dear, from thee Shall debauch thy own Tom Thumb. Glum. Oh the vixen, &c. |