Griz. If this be true, all womankind are curst.
Nood. If it be not, may I be so myself.
Griz. See where she comes! I'll not believe a word
Against that face, upon whose ample brow[156]
Sits innocence with majesty enthroned.
Grizzle, Huncamunca.
Griz. Where has my Huncamunca been? See here.
The licence in my hand!
Hunc. Alas! Tom Thumb.