SCENE VII.

GLUMDALCA, TOM THUMB, HUNCAMUNCA.

_Glum._ I need not ask if you are Huncamunca,[136] Your brandy-nose proclaims----

_Hunc._ I am a princess; Nor need I ask who you are.

_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? Dost 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 tried on twenty husbands. The glove or boot, so many times pull'd on,[137] 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:[138] Tom Thumb, I'm yours, if you with me will go.

_Glum._ Oh! stay Tom Thumb, and you alone shall fill That bed where twenty giants used to lie.

_Thumb._ In the balcóny that o'erhangs the stage, I've seen a puss two 'prentices engage; One half-a-crown does in his fingers hold, The other shows 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,[139] Tempests and whirlwinds rise, and roll, and roar. I'm all within a hurricane, as if The world's four winds were pent within my carcase.[140] Confusion,[141] horror, murder, gripes, and death!