Thy name the best supporter of her muse.
Thumb. Enough: let every warlike music sound.
We fall contented, if we fall renown'd.
Scene IX.
Lord Grizzle, Foodle, Rebels, on one side; Tom Thumb, Glumdalca, on the other.
Food. At length the enemy advances nigh,
I hear them with my ear, and see them with my eye.[189]
Griz. Draw all your swords: for liberty we fight,
And liberty the mustard is of life.[190]
Thumb. Are you the man whom men famed Grizzle name?