Scene II.
Tom Thumb, Noodle, Bailiff, Follower.
Thumb. Trust me, my Noodle, I am wondrous sick;[113]
For, though I love the gentle Huncamunca,
Yet at the thought of marriage I grow pale:
For, oh!—but swear thou'lt keep it ever secret,[114]
I will unfold a tale will make thee stare.
Nood. I swear by lovely Huncamunca's charms.
Thumb. Then know—my grandmamma[115] hath often said.
Tom Thumb, beware of marriage.