No enemy to fight withal.[179]
Food. Yet I,
Methinks, would willingly avoid this day,
This first of April to engage our foes.[180]
Griz. This day, of all the days of the year, I'd choose,
For on this day my grandmother was born.
Gods! I will make Tom Thumb an April-fool;
Will teach his wit an errand it ne'er knew,[181]
And send it post to the Elysian shades.
Food. I'm glad to find our army is so stout,