The fabrick of the world, and make a chaos
Like that within my soul.--_Love Triumphant_.

----Startle Nature, unfix the globe,
And hurl it from its axletree and hinges.
--_Albion Queens_.

The tott'ring earth seems sliding off its props.
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_Griz_. Oh, Noodle! Hast thou Huncamunca seen?

_Nood_. I have seen a thousand sights this day, where none
Are by the wonderful bitch herself outdone.
The king, the queen, and all the court, are sights.

_Griz_. [1] D--n your delay, you trifler! are you drunk, ha!
I will not hear one word but Huncamunca.

[Footnote 1:
D--n your delay, ye torturers, proceed;
I will not hear one word but Almahide.
--_Conquest of Granada_.
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_Nood_. By this time she is married to Tom Thumb.

_Griz_. [1] My Huncamunca!

[Footnote 1: Mr Dryden hath imitated this in All for Love.]