Hunc. Too sure; 'tis written in the book of fate.
Thumb. Then I will tear away the leaf [135]
Wherein it's writ; or, if fate won't allow
So large a gap within its journal-book,
I'll blot it out at least.
Scene VII.
Glumdalca, Tom Thumb, Huncamunca.
Glum. I need not ask if you are Huncamunca,[136]
Your brandy-nose proclaims——
Hunc. I am a princess;