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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;
A day we never saw before;
A day of fun and drollery.
Nood. That you may say,

Their majesties may boast of it;
And since it never can come more,
'Tis fit they make the most of it.
Dood. Oh, 'tis a day, &c.
Nood. That you may say, &c.

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.

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Chorus.—Rum ti iddity, row, row, row,
If we'd a good sup, we'd take it now.
King. Though rack, in punch, ten shillings
were a quart,

And rum and brandy be but half a crown,
Rather than quarrel, thou shalt have thy fill.
[Flourish of drums and trumpets.
Nood. These martial sounds, my liege, an-
nounce the general.
King. Haste we to meet, and meetly to re-
ceive him. [Rises from the throne.
[Martial music.]

Enter Toм THUMB, Attendants, and GLUMDALCA in chains.

Welcome, thrice welcome, mighty Thomas
Thumb!

Thou tiny bero-pigmy giant queller!
What gratitude can thank away the debt
Thy valour puts upon us.

[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!

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As when the chimney-sweeper
Has 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;

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
taken.

We are a giantess-I tell thee, Arthur,
We yesterday were both a queen and wife;
One hundred thousand giants own'd our sway;
Twenty whereof were wedded to ourself.

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

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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
To all her mauling humours.

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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!
Soon shalt thou sleep enough.

King. Ah! what art thou?
Ghost. The ghost of Gaffer Thumb.
King. A ghost!-stand off!

I'll have thee laid in the Red Sea.

Ghost. Oh, Arthur! take heed.
My thread is spun-list, list, oh, list!

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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
not him-

Him!--thou!-thou kill the man
Who kill'd the giants?

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.

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Griz. [Kneeling.] Oh, Huncamunca! Huncamunca, oh!

Hunc. This to my rank,-bold man!
Griz. Ah, beauteous princess!

Love levels rank,—lords down to cellar bears,
And bids the brawny porter walk
up
stairs.-
Nought is for love too high, nor ought too
low-

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.
Hunc. Am I thus fobb'd?—then I my words
recall,

Griz. Shall I to Doctor's Common?
Hunc. Do so, pray-

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,
I'll be there, and here in a crack.
Hey ting,

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!

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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,
Of inches scarce half six;
To slight me for a chit like that,
Ah! Mr. Tom, are these your tricks?
Hunc. Oh! the coarse salacious trull,
Who giant paramours twice ten
To bed can pull,
With hugs can lull,
Yet still would gull
Young gentlemen.

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.

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