Griz. Why dost thou mention him?
Hunc. Ah, me! Tom Thumb.
Griz. What means my lovely Huncamunca?
Hunc. Hum?
Griz. Oh! speak.
Hunc. Hum!
Griz. Ha! your every word is hum:
You force me still to answer you, Tom Thumb.[157]
Tom Thumb—I'm on the rack—I'm in a flame.
Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb, Tom Thumb—you love the name;[158]