And then at length cry'd out, This is a woman!
Thumb. Then were the gods mistaken—she is not
A woman, but a giantess——whom we,
With much ado, have made a shift to haul[87]
Within the town: for she is by a foot[88]
Shorter than all her subject giants were.
Glum. We yesterday were both a queen and wife,
One hundred thousand giants own'd our sway.
Twenty whereof were married to ourself.
Queen. Oh! happy state of giantism where husbands