Your majesty to other flesh than this
Had aught the least propensity. [Points to the ladies.
King. Is this a dinner for a hungry monarch?
Bomb. Monarchs, as great as Chrononhotonthologos,
Have made a very hearty meal of worse.
King Ha! traitor! dost thou brave me to my teeth?
Take this reward, and learn to mock thy master. [Strikes him.
Bomb. A blow! shall Bombardinion take a blow?
Blush! blush, thou sun! start back thou rapid ocean!
Hills! vales! seas! mountains! all commixing crumble,