Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 7 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I cannot have a bad, Meeting so fair an omen as yourself. Shall I? wilt prove? ha? well 'tis best to venture. Saw you not Tactus, I should speak with him. Perchance so, a sudden lie hath best luck. That face is his, or else mine eye's deceived, Why how now Tactus, what so gorgeous? Where didst thou get these fair habiliments? Stand back I charge you as you love your lives, By Styx, the first that toucheth me shall die. I can discern no weapons, will he kill us? Kill you? not I, but come not near me you had best. Why, art thou mad? Friends as you love your lives, Venture not once to come within my reach. Why dost threaten so? I do not threaten, but in pure love advise you for the best, Dare not to to touch me but hence fly a pace, Add wings unto your feet and save your lives. Why what's the matter Tactus prithee tell me? If you will needs jeopard your liue; so long, As hear the▪ round of my amazedness, Then for your better safety stand aside. How full of ceremonies▪ sure he'll conjure, For such like Robes Magicians use to wear. I'll see the end▪ though he should unlock Hell: And set th'infernal hags at liberty, How rash is man on bidden arms to rush. It was my chance, O chance most miserable, To walk that way that to Crumena leads. You mean Cremona a little Town hard by. I say Crumena, called Vacua, A Town which doth, and always hath belonged, Chiefly to Scholars: from Crumena walls, I saw a man came stealing craftily, appareled in this vesture which I wear, But seeing me eftsoons, he took his heels, And threw his garment from him all in haste, Which I perceiving to be richly wrought, took it me up: But good now get you gone, Warned by my harms, and scape my misery. I know no danger, leave these circumstances. No sooner had I put it on my back, But suddenly mine eyes began to dim, My joints wax sore, and all my body burn With most intestive torture, and at length, It was too evident, I had caught the plague. The plague, away good Gustus le's be gone, I doubt 'tis true, now I remember me, Crumena Vacua never wants the plague. Tactus I'll put myself in jeopardy to pleasure thee. No gentle Gustus, your absence is the only thing I wish, Lest I infect you with my company. Farewell. I willingly would stay to do thee good. A thousand thanks, but since I needs must die, Let it suffice, death only murders me, Oh 'twould augment the dolour of my death, To know myself the most unhappy Bow, Through which pale death should aim his shafts at you. Tactus farewell, yet die with this good hope, Thy corpse shall be interred as they ought.
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I cannot haue a bad, Meeting so faire an omen as your selfe. Shall I? wilt proue? ha? well 'tis best to venture. Saw you not Tactus, I should speake with him. Perchance so, a sodaine lye hath best luck. That face is his, or else mine eye's deceiu'd, Why how now Tactu, what so gorgious? Where didst thou get these faire habiliments? Stand back I charge you as you loue your liues, By Stix, the first that toucheth me shall dye. I can discerne no weapons, will he kill vs? Kill you? not I, but come not neere me you had best. Why, art thou mad? Friends as you loue your liues, Venture not once to come within my reach. Why dost threaten so? I do not threaten, but in pure loue aduise you for the best, Dare no to to touch me but hence flie a pace, Adde wings vnto your feete and saue your liues. Why what's the matter Tactus prethe tell me? If you will needs ieopard your liue; so long, As heare the▪ round of my amazednesse, Then for your better safetie stand aside. How full of ceremonies▪ sure he'le coniure, For such like Robes Magitians vse to weare. Ile see the end▪ though he should vnlock Hell: And set th'infernall hagges at libertie, How rash is man on bidden armes to rush. It was my chance, O chance most miserable, To walke that way that to Crumena leads. You meane Cremona a little Towne hard by. I say Crumena, called Vacua, A Towne which doth, and alwaies hath belongd, Chiefely to Schollers: from Crumena walles, I saw a man came stealing craftily, Apparelled in this vesture which I weare, But seeing me eft-soones, he tooke his heeles, And threw his garment from him all in hast, Which I perceiuing to be richly wrought, Tooke it me vp: But good now get you gone, Warn'd by my harmes, and scape my miserie. I know no dange, leaue these circumstances. No sooner had I put it on my back, But suddainly mine eyes began to dim, My ioints wae sore, and all my body burne With most intestiue torture, and at length, It was too euident, I had caught the plague. The plague, away good Gustus lets be gone, I doubt 'tis true, now I remember me, Crumena Vacua neuer wants the plague. Tactus Ile put my selfe in ieopardy to pleasure thee. No gentle Gustus, your absence is the onely thing I wish, Least I infect you with my companie. Farewell. I willingly would stay to do thee good. A thousand thankes, but since I needs must die, Let it suffice, death onely murthers me, Oh 'twould augment the dolour of my death, To know my selfe the most vnhappy Bowe, Through which pale death should aime his shafts at you. Tactus farewell, yet die with this good hope, Thy corps shall be interred as they ought.