Hunc. [1]Give me some music—see that it be sad. [Footnote 1: Anthony gave the same command in the same words.] CLEORA sings. Cupid, ease a love-sick maid, Let him feel the pleasing smart, Hunc. [1]O Tom Thumb! Tom Thumb! wherefore art thou Tom Thumb? [Footnote 1: Oh! Marius, Marius, wherefore art thou Marius? —Olway's Marius. ] Must. I am surprised that your highness can give yourself a moment's uneasiness about that little insignificant fellow,[1] Tom Thumb the Great—one properer for a plaything than a husband. Were he my husband his horns should be as long as his body. If you had fallen in love with a grenadier, I should not have wondered at it. If you had fallen in love with something; but to fall in love with nothing! [Footnote 1: Nothing is more common than these seeming contradictions; such as, Haughty weakness.—Victim Hunc. Cease, my Mustacha, on thy duty cease. Must. The dove is every bit as proper for a husband. —Alas! Madam, there's not a beau about the court looks so little like a man. He is a perfect butterfly, a thing without substance, and almost without shadow too. Hunc. This rudeness is unseasonable: desist; Must. Madam, the king. |