Griz. Huncamunca!
Thumb. Thou hast it there.
Griz. Too sure I feel it.
Thumb. To hell then, like a rebel as you are,
And give my service to the rebels there.
Griz. Triumph not, Thumb, nor think thou shalt enjoy
Thy Huncamunca undisturb'd; I'll send
My ghost to fetch her to the other world;[193]
It shall but bait at heaven, and then return.[194]
But, ha! I feel death rumbling in my brains:[195]