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 Of jubilee, cajollery; Their majesties may boast of it; Dood. Sure such a day, &c. 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; Even Mr. Sol, So tifted out, so glorious, Like bees behind his car. [Flourish of Trumpets. Nood. These trumpets speak the king at le Glitters like a beau in a new birth-day embroidery. Į vee, I go. Chorus.—Rum ti iddity, row, row, row, And rum and brandy be but half a crown, Enter Toм THUMB, Attendants, and GLUMDALCA in chains. Welcome, thrice welcome, mighty Thomas Thou tiny bero-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! As when the chimney-sweeper At night, to wash with water And, in his t'other tatter, With his Brickdusta lies. [Exit.-Flourish of trumpets. King. [Looking fondly at GLUMDALCA.] I feel a sudden pain across my breast; [Aside. Nor know I whether it proceeds from love Or the wind cholic-But time will shew.-HuSure thou wert form'd by all the gods in council; geous queen of hearts, Who, having made a lucky hit, beyond their journeywork, Cry'd out-" This is a woman!" Glum. Then were the gods confoundedly mis 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 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! Griz. Yes, yes, I go; but, madam, know, (Since your majesty's so pert) That a flood of Tommy's blood, King. To allay this storm shall spirt. [Exeunt. SCENEI IV.-An Anti-chamber. The King on a Couch. -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! King. Ah! what art thou? 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 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! Hunc. This to my rank,-bold man! Love levels rank,—lords down to cellar bears, 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. Griz. Shall I to Doctor's Common? I now am in the mood, and cannot stay. AIR.-GRIZZLE. In hurry post for a licence, In hurry ding dong I come back; 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. Hunc. Oh! Griz. Ah! Hunc. Too sure, 'tis enter'd in fate's journal. Tom. Enter'd! Zounds! I'll tear out the leaf-I'll blot the page -I'll burn the book. I tell thee, princess, had I been thy helpmate, We soon had peopled this whole realm with Thumbs. Hunc. O fie! I shudder at the gross idea! 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 GLUMDALCA. Glum. Stop, brandy-nose! hopest thou, the wight, Who once hath worn my easy chains, will toil in thine ? Hunc. Easy, no doubt, by twenty husbands worn. Tom. In the balcony which o'erhangs the stage, I've seen one wench, two 'prentices engage: This half-a-crown doth in his fingers hold, That just lets peep a little bit of gold. Miss the half guinea wisely doth purloin, And scorns the bigger, and the baser coin. TRIO. Glum. Oh! the vixen pigmy brat, 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. Hunc. Oh the coarse, &c. [Exit. Tom. Little though I be,&c. [Exeunt. |