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_ ACT III - SCENE VII
SCENE VII.--Plain.--GRIZZLE, FOODLE, Rebels.
Griz.
Thus far our arms with victory are crown'd;
For, though we have not fought, yet we have found
[1] No enemy to fight withal.
[Footnote 1:
A victory like that of Almanzor:
Almanzor is victorious without fight.
---Conq. of Granada.]
Food.
Yet I,
Methinks, would willingly avoid this day,
[1] This first of April, to engage our foes.
[Footnote 1:
Well have we chose an happy day for fight;
For every man, in course of time, has found
Some days are lucky, some unfortunate.--King Arthur.]
Griz.
This day, of all the days of th' year, I'd choose,
For on this day my grandmother was born.
Gods! I will make Tom Thumb an April-fool;
[1] Will teach his wit an errand it ne'er knew,
And send it post to the Elysian shades.
[Footnote 1:
We read of such another in Lee:
Teach his rude wit a flight she never made,
And send her post to the Elysian shade.---Gloriana.]
Food.
I'm glad to find our army is so stout,
Nor does it move my wonder less than joy.
Griz.
[1] What friends we have, and how we came so strong,
I'll softly tell you as we march along.
[Footnote 1:
These lines are copied verbatim in the Indian Emperor.] _
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