Nor does it move my wonder less than joy.
Griz. What friends we have, and how we came so strong,[182]
I'll softly tell you as we march along.
Scene VIII.—Thunder and Lightning.
Tom Thumb, Glumdalca, cum suis.
Thumb. Oh, Noodle! hast thou seen a day like this?
The unborn thunder rumbles o'er our heads,[183]
As if the gods meant to unhinge the world,[184]
And heaven and earth in wild confusion hurl;
Yet will I boldly tread the tott'ring ball.