 | The Tragedy of Tragedies ; Or The Life and Death of Tom Thumb the Great |  |
SCENE VII.
Glumdalca, Tom Thumb, Huncamunca.Glum.
I need not ask if you are Huncamunca,
Your Brandy Nose proclaims—
Hunc.
I am a Princess;
Glum.
A Giantess;
The Queen of those who made and unmade Queens.
Hunc.
The Man, whose chief Ambition is to be
My Sweetheart, hath destroy'd these mighty Giants.
Glum.
Your Sweetheart? do'st 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 Fame
Says true, they have been try'd on twenty Husbands.
The Glove or Boot, so many times pull'd 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.
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 Shop,
To be but half so handsome.
Hunc.
—Since you come
To that, I'll put my Beauty to the Test;
Tom Thumb, I'm yours, if you with me will go.
Oh! stay, Tom Thumb, and you alone shall fill
That Bed where twenty Giants us'd to lie.
Thumb.
In the Balcony that o'er-hangs the Stage,
I've seen a Whore two 'Prentices engage;
One half a Crown does in in his Fingers hold,
The other shews a little Piece of Gold;
She the Half Guinea wisely does purloin,
And leaves the larger and the baser Coin.
Glum.
Left, scorn'd, and loath'd for such a Chit as this;
I feel the Storm that's rising in my Mind,
Tempests, and Whirlwinds rise, and rowl and roar.
I'm all within a Hurricane, as if
The World's four Winds were pent within my Carcass.
Confusion, Horror, Murder, Guts and Death.
I know some of the Commentators have imagined, that Mr. Dryden, in the Altercative Scene between Cleopatra and Octavia, a Scene which Mr. Addison inveighs against with great Bitterness, is much beholden to our Author. How just this their Observation is, I will not presume to determine.
A cobling Poet indeed, says Mr. D. and yet I believe we may find as monstrous Images in the Tragick-Authors: I'll put down one;
Untie your folded Thoughts, and let them dangle loose as aBride's Hair.
Injur'd Love.
Which Lines seem to have as much Title to a Milliner's Shop, as our Author's to a Shoemaker's.
Mr. L--- takes occasion in this Place to commend the great Care of our Author to preserve the Metre of Blank Verse, in which Shakespear, Johnson and Fletcher were so notoriously negligent; and the Moderns, in Imitation of our Author, so laudably observant;
—Then doesYour Majesty believe that he can be
A Traitor!
Earl of Essex.
Every Page of Sophonisba gives us Instances of this Excellence.
Aurengzebe. Tempests and Whirlwinds thro' my Bosom move.
Cleom.
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