In safety did remaine. Now after this, in sowing time, His father would him have Into the field to drive his plow, And thereupon him gave A whip made of a barly straw To drive the cattle on: Where, in a furrow'd land new sowne, Poore Tom was lost and gon. Now by a raven of great strength Away he thence was borne, And carried in the carrions beake Even like a graine of corne, Unto a giants castle top, In which he let him fall, Where soone the giant swallowed up His body, cloathes and all. But in his stomach did Tom Thumbe So great a rumbling make, That neither day nor night he could The smallest quiet take, Untill the giant had him spewd Three miles into the sea, Whereas a fish soone tooke him up And bore him thence away. Which lusty fish was after caught And to king Arthur sent, Where Tom was found, and made his dwarfe, Whereas his dayes he spent Long time in lively jollity, Belov'd of all the court, And none like Tom was then esteem'd Among the noble sort. Amongst his deedes of courtship done, His highnesse did command, That he should dance a galliard brave Upon his queenes left hand. The which he did, and for the same The king his signet gave, Which Tom about his middle wore Long time a girdle brave.