Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 4 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.78 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Whilom this Crown and gorgeous ornament, Were the great prize, for which five Orators, With the sharp weapons of their tongues contended: But all their speeches were so equal wrought, And alike gracious, that if his were witty His was as wise; the thirds fair eloquence Did parallel the fourth's firm gravity, The lasts good gesture kept the Balance even With all the rest so that the sharpest eye, And most judicious censor could not judge To whom the hanging victory should fall, Therefore with one consent they all agreed, To offer up both Crown and rob to me, As the chief patroness of their profession, Which heretofore I holily have kept, Like to amisers gold, to look on only. But now I'll put them to a better use, And venture both, in hope to— Have I not hied me Madam? look you here, What shall be done with these temptations? They say a golden Ball, Bred enmity betwixt three Goddesses, So shall this Crown be author of debate, Betwixt five Senses. Where shall it be laid? There, there, there, 'tis well, so, so, so, A Crown's a pleasing bait to look upon, The craftiest Fox will hardly scape this trap. Come le's us away, and leave it to the chance. Nay rather let me stand close hereabouts, And see the event. Do so, and if they doubt How it came there, feign them some pretty fable, How that some God— Tut, tut, tut, let me alone, I that have feigned so many hundred Gods, Can easily forge some fable for the turn: Whist Madam, away, away, you fright the Fowl, Tactus comes hard by, look you. Is't he for certain? Yes, yes, yes, 'tis he. 'Tis he indeed. Now chaste Diana grant my nets to hold. The blasting Childhood of the cheerful morn Is almost grown a youth and overclimbs Yonder gilt Eastern hills, about which time, Gustus most earnestly importuned me, To meet him here about, what cause I know not. You shall do shortly to your cost I hope. Sure by the Sun it should be nine a clock. What a star-gazer, will you near look down? Clear is the Sun and blewe the Firmament, Me thinks the heavens do smile. At thy nishap. To look so high and stumble in a trap. High thoughts have slippery feet, I had well ni● fallen. Well doth he fall that riseth with a fall. What's this? O are you taken, 'tis in vain to strive. How now? You'll be so entangled strait. A Crown? That it will be heard. And a rob. To lose yourself. A Crown and a rob. It had been fitter for you, to have found a fools coat and a Babble, hay, hay. Iupiter, Iupiter how came this here? O Sir Iupiter is making Thunder he here's you not, here's one knows better. 'tis wondrous rich, ha, but sure it is not so, ho, Do I not sleep and dream of this good luck, ha. No I am awake and feel it now Whose should it be?
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Whilome this Crowne and gorgious ornament, Were the great prize, for which fiue Orators, With the sharpe weapons of their tongues contended: But all their speeches were so equall wrought, And a-like gratious, that if his were witty His was as wise; the thirds faire eloquence Did pararell the fourths fime gauitie, The lasts good gesture kept the Ballance euen With all the rest so that the sharpest eye, And most iudicious censor could not iudge To whom the hanging victory should fall, Therefore with one consent they all agreed, To offer vp both Crowne and Robe to me, As the chiefe patronesse of their profession, Which heretofore I holily haue kept, Like to amisers gold, to looke on onely. But now Ile put them to a better vse, And venter both, in hope to— Haue I not hied me Madam? looke you here, What shall be done with these temptations? They say a golden Ball, Bred enmitie betwixt three Goddesses, So shall this Crowne be author of debate, Betwixt fiue Senses. Where shall it be laide? There, there, there, 'tis well, so, so, so, A Crown's a pleasing baite to looke vpon, The craftiest Foxe will hardly scape this trap. Come lets vs away, and leaue it to the chance. Nay rather let me stand close here-abouts, And see the euent. Do so, and if they doubt How it came there, faine them some pritty fable, How that some God— Tut, tut, tut, let me alone, I that haue fained so many hundred Gods, Can easily forge some fable for the turne: Whist Madame, away, away, you fright the Fowle, Tactus comes hard by, looke you. Ist he for certaine? Yes, yes, yes, 'tis he. 'Tis he indeed. Now chast Diana grant my netts to hold. The blasting Child-hood of the cheerefull morne Is almost growne a youth and ouer-climbes Yonder gilt Easterne hills, about which time, Gustus most earnestly importund me, To meete him here abouts, what cause I know not. You shall do shortly to your cost I hope. Sure by the Sunne it should be nine a clocke. What a star-gazer, will you neere looke downe? Cleere is the Sunne and blewe the Fimament, Me thinkes the heauens do smile. At thy nishap. To looke so high and stumble in a trap. High thoughts haue slippry feete, I had well ni falne. Well doth he fall that riseth with a fall. Whats this? O are you taken, tis in vaine to striue. How now? Youle be so entangled straight. A Crowne? That it will be heard. And a Robe. To loose your selfe. A Crowne and a Robe. It had beene fitter for you, to haue found a fooles coate and a Bable, hey, hey. Iupiter, Iupiter how came this here? O Sir Iupiter is making Thunder hee heres you not, heres one knowes better. Tis wondrous rich, ha, but sure it is not so, ho, Do I not sleepe and dreame of this good luck, ha. No I am awake and feele it now Whose should it be?