Oh! happy, happy, happy!—Ibid.
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Queen. Consider, sir; reward your soldier's merit, But give not Huncamunca to Tom Thumb.
King. Tom Thumb! Odzooks! my wide-extended realm,
Knows not a name so glorious as Tom Thumb.
Let Macedonia Alexander boast,
Let Rome her Caesars and her Scipios show,
Her Messieurs France, let Holland boast Mynheers,
Ireland her O's, her Macs let Scotland boast,
Let England boast no other than Tom Thumb.
Queen. Though greater yet his boasted merit was, He shall not have my daughter, that is pos'.
King. Ha! sayst thou, Dollallolla?
Queen.————-I say he shan't.
King. [1]Then by our royal self we swear you lie.
[Footnote 1: No by myself.—Anna Bullen.]
Queen. [1] Who but a dog, who but a dog Would use me as thou dost? Me, who have lain [2] These twenty years so loving by thy side! But I will be revenged. I'll hang myself. Then tremble all who did this match persuade, [3] For, riding on a cat, from high I'll fall, And squirt down royal vengeance on you all.
[Footnote 1: —————Who caused
This dreadful revolution in my fate.
Ulamar. Who but a dog—who but a dog?—Liberty As.
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