To your so loving courtiers for one day;
If either of their two Archbishops' graces
Should talk of extreme unction, I shall say
You do not like cold pig with Latin phrases,
Which never should be used but in alarming cases."
LXI.
"Open the window, Hum; I'm ready now!"
"Zooks!" exclaim'd Hum, as up the sash he drew,
"Behold, your majesty, upon the brow
Of yonder hill, what crowds of people!" "Where?
The monster's always after something new,"
Return'd his highness, "they are piping hot
To see my pigsney Bellanaine. Hum! do
Tighten my belt a little,—so, so—not
Too tight,—the book!—my wand!—so, nothing is forgot."
LXII.
"Wounds! how they shout!" said Hum, "and there,—see, see,
Th' ambassador's returned from Pigmio!
The morning's very fine,—uncommonly!
See, past the skirts of yon white cloud they go,
Tinging it with soft crimsons! Now below
The sable-pointed heads of firs and pines
They dip, move on, and with them moves a glow
Along the forest side! Now amber lines
Reach the hill top, and now throughout the valley shines."
