Griz. Draw all your swords: for liberty we fight, [1] And liberty the mustard is of life.
[Footnote 1: "This mustard," says Mr D., "is enough to turn one's stomach. I would be glad to know what idea the author had in his head when he wrote it." This will be, I believe, best explained by a line of Mr Dennis:
And gave him liberty, the salt of life.—Liberty Asserted.
The understanding that can digest the one will not rise at the other.]
Thumb. Are you the man whom men famed Grizzle name?
Griz. [1] Are you the much more famed Tom Thumb?
[Footnote 1:
Han. Are you the chief whom men famed Scipio call?
Scip. Are you the much more famous Hannibal?
—Hannibal.
]
Thumb. The same.
Griz. Come on; our worth upon ourselves we'll prove; For liberty I fight.
Thumb. And I for love.