SCENE VI.

TOM THUMB, HUNCAMUNCA.

_Thumb._ Where is my princess? where's my Huncamunca? Where are those eyes, those cardmatches of love, That light up all with love my waxen soul?[132] Where is that face which artful nature made In the same moulds where Venus' self was cast?[133]

_Hunc._ Oh! what is music to the ear that's deaf,[134] Or a goose-pie to him that has no taste? What are these praises now to me, since I Am promised to another?

_Thumb._ Ha! promised?

_Hunc._ Too sure; 'tis written in the book of fate.

_Thumb._ Then I will tear away the leaf[135] Wherein it's writ; or, if fate won't allow So large a gap within its journal-book, I'll blot it out at least.