The Tragedy of Tragedies ; Or The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great

a Plain.
Lord Grizzle, Foodle, and Rebels.
Grizzle.
Thus far our Arms with Victory are crown'd;
For tho' we have not fought, yet we have found
No Enemy to fight withal.

Foodle.
Yet I,
Methinks, would willingly avoid this Day,
This First of April, to engage our Foes.

Griz.
This Day, of all the Days of th' Year, I'd choose,
For on this Day my Grandmother was born.
Gods! I will make Tom Thumb an April Fool;
Will teach his Wit an Errand it ne'er knew,
And send it Post to the Elysian Shades.

Food.
I'm glad to find our Army is so stout,
Nor does it move my Wonder less than Joy.

Griz.
What Friends we have, and how we came so strong,
I'll softly tell you as we march along.

A Victory like that of Almanzor.
Almanzor is victorious without Fight.
Conq. of Granada.

Well have we chose an happy Day for Fight,
For every Man in course of Time has found,
Some Days are lucky, some unfortunate.
K. Arthur.

We read of such another in Lee;

Teach his rude Wit a Flight she never made,
And send her Post to the Elysian Shade.
Gloriana.

These Lines are copied verbatim in the Indian Emperor.

University of Virginia Library

SCENE VII.