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SCENE I.-A palace yard,
Dood. Oh, 'tis a day
Of jubilee, cajollery; Enter DOODLE on one side of the stoge, and
A day we never saw before ; NOODLE on the other; ofter a long obcisance, A day of fun and drollery, they embrace.
Nood. That you may say,
Their majesties may boast of it;
And since it never can come more, Dood. Sure such a day,
'Tis fit ihey make the most of it. So renowned, so victorious
Dood. Oh,'tis a day, 8c.
Nood. That you may say, &c.
Dood. Sure such a day, fc.
Nood. Courtiers so gay, gc.
Dood. Yes, Noodle, yes ;-to-day the mighty
Like bees behind his car.
Flourish of Trumpets.
Nood. These trumpets speak the king at leGlitters like a beau in a new birth-day embroidery. I vee, I go.
Dood. And I also-to offer my petition. | King. Thy modesty's a flambeau to thy merit; Noord. Doodle, do.
(Erit. It shines itself, and shews thy merit too.
TO Tommy, Tommy Thumb! what to thy prowess SCENE II.-Inside of the Palace.
do we owe !
. Ask some reward-great as we can bestow. The King and Queen seated on a Throne.- Lord Tom. I ask not kingdoms, I can conquer Grizzle, Courtiers and Attendants.-DOODLE
those! and NOODLE apart.
I ask not money,money I've enough: King. Let no face but a face of joy be seen! If this be called a debt, take my receipt in full: The man who this day frowns, shall lose his I ask but this, to sun myself in Huncamunca's bead,
eyes. That he may have no face to frown withal 1 King. [Aside.] Prodigious bold request ! Soile Dollallolla!
I Kisses her. I Qucen. Be still my soul! Dood. (Keeling.] Dread liege,
King. After a pause.] It is resolved! This petition
The princess is thy own! [To Thumb. King. [Dashes it away. Petition me no peti Tom. O happy Tommy! super happy Thumb; Lions, sir, lo-day;
Whisper, ye winds, that Huncamunca's inine ! To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk, | The bloody business of grim war is o'er, And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
| And beauty, heavenly beauty, crowns my toils. Queer. Is't so? why then perdition catch the
As when the chimney-sweeper
Hus all the live long day,
Through darksome paths a creeper,
Pursued his sooty way :
At night, to wash with water
His hands and face he flies;
With his Brickdusta lies.
[Exit.— Flourish of trumpets. No drop of brandy, gin, or rum,
King. (Looking fondly at GlumdaLCA.] I Should pass these royal lips.
feel a sudden pain across my breast; But sir, 8.c.
[Aside. Chorus.-Rum ti iddity, roro, row, row, , Nor know I whether it proceeds from love If tred a good sup, we'd take it now.' Or the wind cholic-But time will shew.-Hu
geous queen of hearts, king. Though rack, in punch, ten shillings Sure thou were form'd by all the gods in council: were a quart,
Who, having made a lucky hit, beyond their And rum and brandy be but half a crown,
journeywork, Rather than quarrel, thou shalt have thy fill. Cry'd out_"'This is a woman !”
(Flourish of drums and trumpels. Glum. Then were the gods confoundedly mis. Nood. These martial sounds, my liege, an taken. nounce the general.
| We are a giantess—I tell thee, Arthur, King. Haste we to meet, and meetly to re-We yesterday were both a queen and wife; ceive him. (Rises from the throne. One hundred thousand giants own'd our sway; [Martial music.]
Twenty whereof were wedded to ourself. Ester Tom Thumb, Attendants, and Glum| Queen. Oh blest prerogative of giantism !
dside. DALCA in chains.
King. Oh! vast queen !--Think our court Welcome, thrice welcome, mighty Thomas thine own; Thumb !
Call for whate'er thou likest—there's nought to Thoa tiny bero-pigmy giant queller!
pay, What gratitude can thank away the debt Nor art thou captive, but thy captive we. Thy valour puts upon us.
[Takes off her chain, [Takes him up and embraces him.' Queen. [Aside.) Ha! Arthur faithless! Queen. Oh! ye gods!
(Aside. This gag my rival, too, in dear Tom Thumb! Tom. When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd | Revenge www.lem thank'd Revenge !--but I'll dissemble
Madam, believe that with a woman's eye I've done my duty, and I've done no more. I view your loss- take comfort-for, to
(Bow's. morrow Qucen. Was ever such a godlike creature Our grenadiers shall be called out, then choose seen!
As many husbands as you think you'll want.
Who cares for you, Mr. Ghost? or all that you
Enter Tom THUMB. can do; I laugh at your stupid threats, and your cock-a- Tom. Where is my Huncamunca? where's doodle-do;
(Cock crows. my princess? For I am ир, ир, ир,
Where those bright eyes, the card-matches of
Hunc. Put out the light, nor waste thy little
As well Sir Solomon might put out his rushlight, SCENE V.—HUNCAMUNCA'S Dressing Room. Hunc. I am to Lord Grizzle proniised.
Tom. Promised! HUNCAMUNCA at her toilette, FRIZALETTA
Hunc. Too sure, 'tis enter'd in fate's journal. waiting,
Tom. Enter'd! Hunc. Give me some music,—see that it be Zounds! I'll tear out the leaf-I'll blot the page
[Band plays a strain. -I'll burn the book. Oh, Tommy Thumb! why art thou Tommy I tell thee, princess, had I been thy helpmate, Thumbt
We soon had peopled this whole realm with Why had not mighty Bantam been thy father?
Thumbs. Why not the king of Brentford, old or new?
Hunc. O fie ! I shudder at the gross idea! Friz. Madam, Lord Grizzle.
Tom. Then go we to the king let him decide,
Whether you shall be Grizzle's or my bride.
[Going out hand-in-hand, are met by Griz. [Kneeling.) Oh, Huncamunca! Hun
GLUMDALCA. camunca, oh!
Glum. Stop, brandy-nose! hopest thou, the Hunc. This to my rank -bold man!
wight, Griz. Ah, beauteous princess !
Who once hath worn my easy chains, will toil Love levels rank,-lords down to cellar bears,
in thine? And bids the brawny porter walk up stairs. Hunc. Easy, no doubt, by twenty husbands. Nought is for love too high, nor ought too
Tom. In the balcony which o'erhangs the stage, Oh, Huncamunca! Huncamunca, oh!
I've seen one wench, two'prentices engage:
And scorns the bigger, and the baser coin.
Glum. Oh! the vixen pigmy brat, Hunc. Do so, pray
Of inches scarce half six; I now am in the mood, and cannot stay.
To slight me for a chit like that,
Ah! Mr. Pom, are these your tricks? AIR.-GRIZZLE.
Hunc. Oh! the coarse salacious trull,
Who giant paramours twice ten In hurry post for a licence,
To bed can pull, In hurry ding dong I come back;
With hugs can lull, For that you shan't need bid me twice hence,
Yet still would gull
Tom. Little though I be,
I scorn the sturdy strum;
Nor ever she,
My dear, from thee
Shall debauch thy oun Tom Thumb.
Glum. Oh the vixen, 8c. Hunc. Oh!
Hunc. Oh the coarse, &c. Griz. Ah !
(Exit. Tom. Little though I begge. (Ereunt,