Griz. Forbid it, all ye powers, a princess should
By that vile place contaminate her blood;
My quick return shall to my charmer prove
I travel on the post-horses of love.[131]
Hunc. Those post-horses to me will seem too slow
Though they should fly swift as the gods, when they
Ride on behind that post-boy, Opportunity.
Scene VI.
Tom Thumb, Huncamunca.
Thumb. Where is my princess? where's my Huncamunca?