Griz. Oh, Noodle! Hast thou Huncamunca seen?
Nood. I have seen a thousand sights this day, where none Are by the wonderful bitch herself outdone. The king, the queen, and all the court, are sights.
Griz. [1] D—n your delay, you trifler! are you drunk, ha! I will not hear one word but Huncamunca.
[Footnote 1:
D—n your delay, ye torturers, proceed;
I will not hear one word but Almahide.
—Conquest of Granada.
]
Nood. By this time she is married to Tom Thumb.
Griz. [1] My Huncamunca!
[Footnote 1: Mr Dryden hath imitated this in All for Love.]
Nood. Your Huncamunca, Tom Thumb's Huncamunca, every man's Huncamunca.
Griz. If this be true, all womankind are damn'd.
Nood. If it be not, may I be so myself.