And I arrest you, sir, at his commands.
Thumb. Ha! dogs! Arrest my friend before my face!
Think you Tom Thumb will suffer this disgrace?
But let vain cowards threaten by their word,
Tom Thumb shall show his anger by his sword.
[Kills Bailiff and Follower.
Bail. Oh, I am slain!
Fol. I am murdered also,
And to the shades, the dismal shades below,
My bailiff's faithful follower I go.