KING, GLUMDALCA.
_King._ Sure never was so sad a king as I![142]
My life is worn as ragged as a coat[143]
A beggar wears; a prince should put it off.
To love a captive and a giantess![144]
Oh love! oh love! how great a king art thou!
My tongue's thy trumpet, and thou trumpetest,
Unknown to me, within me. Oh, Glumdalca![145]
Heaven thee design'd a giantess to make,
But an angelic soul was shuffled in.
I am a multitude of walking griefs,[146]
And only on her lips the balm is found
To spread a plaster that might cure them all.[147]
_Glum._ What do I hear?
_King._ What do I see?
_Glum._ Oh!
_King._ Ah!
_Glum._ Ah! wretched queen![148]
_King._ Oh! wretched king!
_Glum._ Ah![149]
_King._ Oh!