_Bail_. Oh! sir! I have an action against you.

_Nood_. At whose suit is it?

_Bail_. At your taylor's, sir.
Your taylor put this warrant in my hands,
And I arrest you, sir, at his commands.

_Thumb_. Ha! dogs! Arrest my friend before my face!
Think you Tom Thumb will suffer this disgrace?
But let vain cowards threaten by their word,
Tom Thumb shall shew his anger by his sword.
[_Kills_ Bailiff _and_ Follower.

_Bail_. Oh, I am slain!

_Fol_. I am murdered also,
And to the shades, the dismal shades below,
My bailiff's faithful follower I go.

_Nood_. [1]Go then to hell, like rascals as you are,
And give our service to the bailiffs there.

[Footnote 1: Nourmahal sends the same message to heaven;

For I would have you, when you upwards move,
Speak kindly of us to our friends above.--_Aurengzebe_

We find another to hell, in the Persian Princess: