Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 10 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 483 words
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Tactus upon thine honour, I challenge thee to meet me here, Strong as thou canst provide in tha●flernoone. I under-take the Challenge, and here's my hand, In sign thou shalt be answered. Tactus I'll join with thee, on this condition, That if we win, he that fought best of us, Shall have the Crown, the other wear the rob. Give me your hand I like the motion. Auditus shall we make our forces double, Upon the same terms. Very willingly, Come le's away fear not the victory. Rights more advantage, than an host of soldiers. I long to see those hotspur senses at it, they say they have gallant preparations, and not unlikely, for most of the soldiers are ready in Aames since the last field fought against their yearly enemy Meleager, & his wife Acrasia; that Conquest hath so fleshed them that no peace can hold them. But had not Meleager been sick, and Acrasia drunk, the senses might have whistled for the victory. Foh, what a stink of gunpowder is yonder? who's this! oh oh 'tis Appetitus, Gustus his hungry Parasite. I cannot endure the smoking of Guns, the thundering of drums, I had rather here the merry hacking of potherbs, and see the reeking of a hot capon. If they would use no other Bucklers in war, but shields of Brawn, brandish no swords but swords of Bacon, trail no spears, but spareribs of Pork, and instead of Hargebush pieces discharge Artichoke-pies, toss no pikes but boiled pickrills, than Appetitus would rouse up his crest, and bear up himself with the proudest. Ah here's a youth stark nought at a trench, but old dog at a trencher, at tall squire at a square table. But now my good masters must pardon me, I am not for their service, for their service is without service, and indeed their service is too hot for my diet. But what. If I be not myself▪ but only this be my spirit that wanders up and down, and Appetitus be killed in the Camp, the Devil he is as soon, how's that possible? tut tut I know I am, ●, I am 〈…〉, and alive too, by this Infallible token, that I feel myself hungry. Thou mightst have taken a better token of thyself, by knowing thou art a fool. Well then though I made my fellow soldiers admire the beauty of my back & wonder at the nimbleness of my hee'es, yet now will I at safety at home, tell in what dangers they are abroad, 'llle speak nothing but guns, and glaives, and states, and phalanges, & squadrons, and barracadoe, ambuscadoes, palmedoes blank point dept, counterpoint, counter sc●ate, galleys and lies, saladoes, tarantan●aras, ranta, tara tara, hay I must take the fife out of his mouth or he'll near adone. But above all I'll be sure on my knees to thank the great—
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Tactus vpon thine honour, I challenge thee to meete me here, Stronge as thou canst prouide in thaflernoone. I vnder-take the Challenge, and heres my hand, In signe thou shalt be answered. Tactus Ile ioyne with thee, on this condition, That if we win, he that fought best of vs, Shall haue the Crowne, the other weare the Robe. Giue me your hand I like the motion. Auditus shall we make our forces double, Vpon the same temes. Very willingly, Come lets away feare not the victory. Rights more aduantage, then an host of soldiars. I long to see those hot-spur senses at it, they say they haue gallant preparations, and not vnlikely, for most of the soldiers are ready in Aames since the last feild fought against their yearely enemy Meleager, & his wife Acrsia; that Conquest hath so flesht them that no peace can hold them. But had not Meleager beene sicke, and Acrasia drunke, the senses might haue whistled for the victory. Foh, what a stincke of gunpouder is yonder? Whoes this! oh oh tis Appetitus, Gustus his hungry Parasite. I cannot indure the smoking of Gunnes, the thundeng of drums, I had rather here the merry hacking of pothearbs, and see the reaking of a hot capon. If they would vse no other Bucklers in warre, but sheilds of Brawne, brandish no swords but sweards of Bacon, traile no speares, but sparibs of Porke, and insteed of Hargebush peices discharge Hartichockpies, tosse no pikes but boyled pickrills, then Appetitus would rouse vp his crest, and beare vp him selfe with the proudest. Ah heres a youth starke naught at a trench, but old dog at a trencher, at tall squire at a square table. But now my good masters must pardon mee, I am not for their seruice, for their seruice is without seruice, and indeed their seruice is too hoat for my diet. But what. If I bee not my selfe▪ but only this be my spirit that wanders vp and downe, and Appetitus be kild in the Camp, the Diuill he is as soone, howes that possible? tut tut I know I am, , I am , and aliue too, by this Infallible token, that I feele my selfe hungry. Thou mightst haue taken a bette token of thy selfe, by knowing thou at a foole. Wel thē though I made my fellow souldiers admire the beauty of my backe & wonder at the nimblenes of my hee'es, yet now wil I at saftie at home, tell in what dangers they are abroad, le speake nothing but guns, and glaus, and staes, and phalanges, & squadrons, and barracadoe, ambusadoes, palmedoes blanke point dept, counterpoint, counter scate, allies and lies, saladoes, tarantanaras, ranta, taa tara, hey I must take the fife out of his mouth or he'le nere adone. But aboue all Ile bee sure on my knees to thanke the great—