Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 9 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.83 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
First I beheld him hovering in the air, And then down stooping, with a hundred gires: His feet he fixed on Mount Ch●phal●n, From whence he flew and lighted on that plain, And with disdainful steps soon glided thither: Whether arrived, he suddenly unfoulds A gorgeous rob, and glittering ornament, And lay them all, upon that hillock: This done he wafts his wand, took wing again, And in a moment vanished out of sight, With that mine eyes 'gan stare, and heart grew cold, And all my quivering joints with sweat bedewed: My heels my thought had wings as well as his, And so away I run, but by the way: I met a man as I thought coming thither, What marks had he? He had a great— what this is he, this is he, What Tactus? This was the plague vexed him so, Tactus your Grave gapes, for you are you ready: Since you must needs die, do as others do, Leave all your goods behind you; bequeath the Crown and rob, to your executors. No such matter I like the Egyptian Knights, For the more state, willbe buried in them. Come, come deliver: What will you take my purse from me? No but a Crown, that's just more than your own. Ha, what's this? 'tis a very small hand, What Inscription is this? He of the five that proves himself the best, Shall have his Temples with this Coronet blessed. This Crown is mine, and mine this garment is, For I have always been accounted best. Next after me, I as yourself at any time: beside I found it first, therefore 'tis mine. Neither of yours, but mine as much as both, And mine the most of any of you all, Give me it or else— I'll make you late repent it— Presumptuous as you are— Spite of your teeth— Never till now a ha' it works a pace, Visus I know 'tis yours and yet me thinks: Auditus you should have some challenge to it, But that your title Tactus is so good: Gustus I would swear the Coronet were yours, What will you all go brawl about a trifle: View but the pleasant coast of Mycrocosme, Is't not great pity to be rend with wars, Is't not a shame, to stain with brinish tears, The smiling cheeks of euer-cheer●full peace, Is't not far better to live quietly: Then broil in fury of dissension, Give me the Crown ye shall not disagree, If I can please you; I'll play Paris part, And most unpartial judge the controversy: Saucebox go meddle with your Lady's fa●ne, and prate not here. I speak not for myself, but for my Country's safe commodity. Sirrah be still. Nay and you be so hot the devil part you, I'll to Olfactus and send him amongst you. O that I were▪ Allecto for your sakes: How liberally would I bestow my snakes.
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First I beheld him houering in the aire, And then downe stouping, with a hundred gires: His feete he fixed on Mount Chphaln, From whence he flew and lighted on that plaine, And with disdainefull steps soone glided thether: Whether ariued, he suddenly vnfoulds A gorgeous Robe, and glittering ornament, And laye them all, vpon that hillocke: This done he wafts his wand, tooke wing againe, And in a moment vanisht out of sight, With that mine eies gan stare, and heart grew cold, And all my quiuering ioynts with sweat bedewd: My heeles my thought had wings as well as his, And so away I runne, but by the way: I met a man as I thought comming thether, What markes had he? He had a great—what this is he, this is he, What Tactus? This was the plauge vext him so, Tactus your Graue gapes, for you are you ready: Since you must needes die, do as others do, Leaue all your goods behind you; bequeath the Crowne and Robe, to your executos. No such matter I like the Egiptian Knights, For the more state, wilbe buried in them. Come, come deliuer: What will you take my purse from me? No but a Crowne, thats iust more then your owne. Ha, whats this? tis a very small hand, VVhat Inscription is this? Hee of the fiue that proues himselfe the best, Shall haue his Temples with this Coronet blest. This Crowne is mine, and mine this garment is, For I haue alwaies beene accounted best. Next after mee, I as your selfe at any time: besides I found it first, therefore tis mine. Neither of youres, but mine as much as both, And mine the most of any of you all, Giue me it or els— Ile make you late repent it— Presumptious as you are— Spite of your teeth— Neuer till now a ha it workes a pace, Visus I know tis yours and yet me thinkes: Auditus you should haue some challenge to it, But that your title Tactus is so good: Gustus I would sweare the Coronet were yours, VVhat will you all go braule about a trifle: Viewe but the pleasant coast of Mycrocosme, Ist not great pitty to be rent with warres, Ist not a shame, to staine with brinish teares, The smiling cheekes of euer-cheerfull peace, Ist not farre better to liue quietly: Then broyle in fury of dissention, Giue me the Crowne ye shall not disagree, If I can please you; Ile play Paris part, And most vnpartiall iudge the controuersie: Sauce-box goe meddle with your Ladies fane, and prate not here. I speake not for my selfe, but for my Countries safe commoditie. Sirra be still. Nay and you be so hot the deuill part you, Ile to Olfactus and send him amongst you. O that I were▪ Alecto for your sakes: How liberally wou'd I bestow my snakes.