SCENE VIII.

KING, GLUMDALCA.

_King._ Sure never was so sad a king as I![142] My life is worn as ragged as a coat[143] A beggar wears; a prince should put it off. To love a captive and a giantess![144] Oh love! oh love! how great a king art thou! My tongue's thy trumpet, and thou trumpetest, Unknown to me, within me. Oh, Glumdalca![145] Heaven thee design'd a giantess to make, But an angelic soul was shuffled in. I am a multitude of walking griefs,[146] And only on her lips the balm is found To spread a plaster that might cure them all.[147]

_Glum._ What do I hear?

_King._ What do I see?

_Glum._ Oh!

_King._ Ah!

_Glum._ Ah! wretched queen![148]

_King._ Oh! wretched king!

_Glum._ Ah![149]

_King._ Oh!