 | The Tragedy of Tragedies ; Or The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great |  |
SCENE II.
Tom Thumb, Noodle, Bailiff, Follower.Thumb.
Trust me my Noodle, I am wondrous sick;
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Yet at the Thought of Marriage, I grow pale;
For Oh!— but swear thoul't keep it ever secret,
I will unfold a Tale will make thee stare.
Nood.
I swear by lovely Huncamunca's Charms.
Thumb.
Then know— my Grand-mamma hath often said,
Tom Thumb, beware of Marriage.
Nood.
Sir, I blush
To think a Warrior great in Arms as you,
Should be affrighted by his Grand-mamma;
Can an old Woman's empty Dreams deter
The blooming Hero from the Virgin's Arms?
Think of the Joy that will your Soul alarm,
When in her fond Embraces clasp'd you lie,
While on her panting Breast dissolv'd in Bliss,
You pour out all Tom Thumb in every Kiss.
Thumb.
Oh! Noodle, thou hast fir'd my eager Soul;
Spight of my Grandmother, she shall be mine;
I'll hug, caress, I'll eat her up with Love.
Whole Days, and Nights, and Years shall be too short
For our Enjoyment, every Sun shall rise
Blushing, to see us in our Bed together.
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Oh Sir! this Purpose of your Soul pursue.
Bail.
Oh, Sir! I have an Action against you.
Nood.
At whose Suit is it?
Bail.
At your Taylor's, Sir.
Your Taylor put this Warrant in my Hands,
And I arrest you, Sir, at his Commands.
Thumb.
Ha! Dogs! Arrest my Friend before my Face!
Think you Tom Thumb will suffer this Disgrace!
But let vain Cowards threaten by their Word,
Tom Thumb shall shew his Anger by his Sword.
[Kills the Bailiff and his Follower.
Bail.
Oh, I am slain!
Follow.
I am murthered also,
And to the Shades, the dismal Shades below,
My Bailiff's faithful Follower I go.
Nood.
Go then to Hell, like Rascals as you are,
And give our Service to the Bailiffs there.
Thumb.
Thus perish all the Bailiffs in the Land,
Till Debtors at Noon-Day shall walk the Streets,
And no one fear a Bailiff or his Writ.
This Method of surprizing an Audience by raising their Expectation to the highest Pitch, and then baulking it, hath been practis'd with great Success by most of our Tragical Authors.
Almeyda in Sebastian is in the same Distress;
Sometimes methinks I hear the Groan of Ghosts,
Thin hollow Sounds and lamentable Screams;
Then, like a dying Echo from afar,
My Mother's Voice that cries, wed not Almeyda
Forewarn'd, Almeyda, Marriage is thy Crime.
Sometimes methinks I hear the Groan of Ghosts,
Thin hollow Sounds and lamentable Screams;
Then, like a dying Echo from afar,
My Mother's Voice that cries, wed not Almeyda
Forewarn'd, Almeyda, Marriage is thy Crime.
As very well he may if he hath any Modesty in him, says Mr. D---s The Author of Busiris, is extremely zealous to prevent the Sun's blushing at any indecent Object; and therefore on all such Occasions he addresses himself to the Sun, and desires him to keep out of the way.
Rise never more, O Sun! let Night prevail,Eternal Darkness close the World's wide Scene.
Busiris. Sun hide thy Face and put the World in Mourning.
Ibid.
Mr. Banks makes the Sun perform the Office of Hymen; and therefore not likely to be disgusted at such a Sight;
The Sun sets forth like a gay Brideman with you.Mary Q. of Scots.
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