Chapter 45

_Griz_. Thus far our arms with victory are crown'd; For, though we have not fought, yet we have found [1] No enemy to fight withal.

[Footnote 1: A victory like that of Almanzor: Almanzor is victorious without fight.--_Conq. of Granada_. ]

_Food_. Yet I, Methinks, would willingly avoid this day, [1] This first of April, to engage our foes.

[Footnote 1: Well have we chose an happy day for fight; For every man, in course of time, has found Some days are lucky, some unfortunate.--_King Arthur_. ]

_Griz_. This day, of all the days of th' year, I'd choose, For on this day my grandmother was born. Gods! I will make Tom Thumb an April-fool; [1] Will teach his wit an errand it ne'er knew, And send it post to the Elysian shades.

[Footnote 1: We read of such another in Lee: Teach his rude wit a flight she never made, And send her post to the Elysian shade.--_Gloriana_. ]

_Food_. I'm glad to find our army is so stout, Nor does it move my wonder less than joy.

_Griz_. [1] What friends we have, and how we came so strong, I'll softly tell you as we march along.

[Footnote 1: These lines are copied verbatim in the Indian Emperor.]