Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 6 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 489 words
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But when I had arrived and set me down, Viewing myself, myself ay me was changed. As thou now seest to a perfect urinal. T' a perfect urinal, O monstrous monstrous, art not mad to think so? I do not think so, but I say I am so, Therefore Olfactus come not near I advise you: See the strange working of dull mellanchollie. Whose drossy drying the feeble Brain, Corrupts the sense, deludes the Intellect. And in the soul's fair table falsely graves, Whole squadrons of fantastical Chimaeras And thousand vain imaginations: Making some think their heads as big as houses, Some that they're dead, some that they're turned to Wolves: As now it makes him think himself all glass, Tactus dissuade thyself, thou dost but think so. Olfactus if thou lovest me get thee gone, I am an urinal I dare not stir. For fear of cracking in the Bottom. Wilt thou sit thus all day? Unless thou help me. Bedlam must help thee, what wouldst have me do! Go to the City make a Case fit for me. Stuff it with wool, then come again and fetch. Ha, ha, ha, thou'lt be laughed out of case & countenance. I care not, so it must be, or I cannot stir. I had best leave troubling him he's obstinate, (Urinal I leave you) but above all things take heed Iupiter sees you not, for if he do he'll near make water in a siue: again thou'lt serve his turn so sit to carry his water unto Aesculapius, Farewell Urinal, Farewell. Speak not so loud, the sounds enough to crack me, What is he gone? I an Urinal, ha, ha, ha, I protest I might have had my face washed finely, if he had meant to abuse me: I an Urinal, ha, ha, ha, go to▪ Urinal you have scaped a fair scouring, well I'll away, and get me to mine own house, there I'll lock up myself fast, playing the Chemic, augmenting this one Crown to troops of Angels, with which gold-winged messengers, I mean, To work great wonders, as to build and purchase, Fare daintily, tie up men's tongues, and lose them, Command their lives, their goods, their liberties, And captive all the world with chains of gold, hay, hay, tery linkum tinkum. O Hercules! Fortune the Queen, delights to play with me, Stopping my passage with the sight of Visus, But as he makes hither. I'll make hence, There's more ways to the wood then one. What more Devils to affright me? O Diabolo, Gustus comes here to vex me. So that I poor wretch, am like a Shuttlecock betwixt two Battledores▪ If I run there, Visus beats me to Scylla, If here, than Gustus blows me to Carybdi●. Neptune hath sworn my hope shall suffer shipwreck. What shall I say? Mine Vrinal's too thin to bide the fury of such stormcs as these. Gustus' good day.
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But when I had ariu'd and set me downe, Viewing my selfe, my selfe ay me was changed. As thou now seest to a perfect vrinall. T' a perfect vrinal, O monstrous monstrous, art not mad to thinke so? I do not thinke so, but I say I am so, Therefore Olfactus come not neere I aduise you: See the strange working of dull mellanchollie. Whose drossy drying the feeble Braine, Corrupts the sense, deludes the Intellect. And in the soules faire table falsly graues, Whole squadrons of phantasticall Chimeras And thousand vaine immaginations: Making some thinke their heads as big as hoses, Some that th'ar dead, some that th'ar turnd to Wolues: As now it makes him thinke himselfe all glasse, Tactus diswade thy selfe, thou doest but thinke so. Olfactus if thou louest mee get thee gone, I am an vrinall I dare not stirre. For feare of cracking in the Bottome. Wilt thou sit thus all day? Vnlesse thou helpe me. Bedlam must helpe thee, what wouldst haue me do! Go to the Citty make a Case fit for me. Stuffe it with wooll, then come againe and fetch. Ha, ha, ha, thou'lt be laught out of case & countenance. I care not, so it must be, or I cannot stirre. I had best leaue troubling him he's obstinate, (Vrinall I leaue you) but aboue all things take heed Iupiter sees you not, for if he doe heele nere make water in a siue: againe thoult serue his turne so sit to carry his water vnto Aesculapius, Farewell Vrinall, Farewell. Speake not so lowd, the sounds inough to crack me, What is he gone? I an Vrinall, ha, ha, ha, I protest I might haue had my face washt finely, if he had meant to abuse me: I an Vrinall, ha, ha, ha, go to▪ Vrinall you haue scapt a faire scouing, well Ile away, and get me to mine owne house, there Ile lock vp my selfe fast, playing the Chimick, augmenting this one Crowne to troopes of Angels, with which gold-winged messengers, I meane, To worke great wonders, as to build and purchase, Fare daintily, tie vp mens tongues, and loose them, Command their liues, their goods, their liberties, And captiue all the world with chaines of gold, Hey, hey, tery linkum tinkum. O Hercules! Fortune the Queene, delights to play with me, Stopping my passage with the sight of Visus, But as he makes hether. Ile make hence, Theres more wayes to the wood then one. What more Diuils to affright me? O Diabolo, Gustus comes here to vexe me. So that I poore wretch, am like a Shittle-cock betwixt two Battledores▪ If I runne there, Visus beates me to Scilla, If here, then Gustus blowes me to Carybdi. Neptune hath sworne my hope shall suffer shipwrack. What shall I say? Mine Vrinal's too thin to bide the fury of such stormcs as these. Gustus good day.