Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 19 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 495 words
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And in the woods he placed secretly. Two hundred couple of hounds and hungry Mastiffs: And o'er his head hover at his command, A cloud of Vultures▪ which o'er spread the light, Making a night before the day be done: But to what end not known but feared of all. I conjecture he intends to see ●he●●ight and after the battle to feed his Dogs, Hogs and Vultures upon the murdered carcases. My L. I think the fury of their Anger will not be obedient to the Message of Lingua, for otherwise in my conceit the● should have been here oer this: with your L. good liking we'll attend upon you to see the field for more certainty. It shallbe so; Come Master Register le's walk. Forsooth Oblivio shut the door upon me I could come no sooner, ha? is he not here? O excellent. Would I were hanged but I looked for a sound rap on the pate and that made me before hand to lift up this excuse for a Buckler, I know he's not at court, for here is his purse without which warrant there's no coming thither, wherefore now Anamnestes sport thyself a little, while thou art out of the prison of his company. What shall I do? by my troth anatomize his purse in his absence. Plutus send there be jewels in it, that I may finely geld it of the stones— The best sure lies in the bottom— poxed o●t here's nothing but a company of worm eaten papers; what's this? Memorandum that Master Prodigo owes me four thousand pounds and that his lands are in pawn for it: Memorandum that I owe; that he owes? 'tis well the old slave hath some care of his credit, to whom owes he trow I? that I owe Anamnestes? What me? I never lent him any think; ha this is good, there's something coming to me, more than I looked for. Come on, what be't, Memorandum that I owe Anamnestes— a breeching; I faith Sir I will ease you of that payment (He rends the bill) Memorandum that when I was a child Robusto tripped up my heels at football: what a Revengeful dizard's this? Nothing but lay you upon the Cushion Sir, how so? Nothing but lay the Cushion upon you Sir? What my little Nam? by this foot I am sorry I mistook thee. What my little Men? by this hand it grieves me I took thee so right, But Sirrah whither with these Cushions? To lay them here that the judges may sit softly lest my Lady Lingua's cause go hard with her. They should have been wrought with gold; these will do nothing; But what makes thy Lady with the judges? Pish, knowst not? she sueth for the title of a Sense, as well as the rest that beat the name of the Pentarchy. Will Common sense and my Master, leave their affairs to detennine that Controversy?
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And in the woods he placed secretly. Two hundred couple of hounds and hungry Mastiffs: And ore his head houer at his commaunde, A cloud of Vulues▪ which or'e spred the light, Making a night before the day be done: But to what end not knowne but feard of all. I coniecture hee intends to see he ight and after the bataile to feede his Dogges, Hoggs and Vultures vpon the murdred cases. My L. I thinke the furie of their Anger will not bee obedient to the Message of Ligua, for otherwise in my conceite the should haue beene here er this: with your L. good liking wee'le attend vpon you to see the field for more certainty. It shalbe so; Come Maister Register lets walke. Forsooth Obliuio shut the dore vpon me I could come no sooner, ha? is he not here? O excellent. Would I were hangd but I lookt for a sound rappe on the pate and that made me before hand to lift vp this excuse for a Buckler, I know hee's not at court, for here is his purse without which warrant theres no cming thither, wherefore now Anamnestes sport thy selfe a little, while thou art out of the prison of his company. What shall I do? by my troth anatomize his purse in his absence. Plutus send there be Iewells in it, that I may finely geld it of the stones—The best sure lies in the bottome—poxt ot heres nothing but a company of worme eatn papers; whats this? Memorandum that Maister Prodigo owes mee foure thousand pounds and that his lands are in pawne for it: Memorandum that I owe; that hee owes? tis well the olde slaue hath some care of his credit, to whom owes he trow I? that I owe Anamnestes? What me? I neuer lent him any thinke; ha this is good, thers som-thing comming to me, more then I look'd for. Come on, what ist, Memorandum that I owe Anamnestes—a breeching; I faith Sir I will ease you of that paiment (He rendes the bill) Memorandum that when I was a childe Robusto tript vp my heeles at foot-bale: what a Reuengfull dizard's this? No-thing but lay you vpon the Cushion Sir, how so? Nothing but lay the Cushion vpon you Sir? What my litte Nm? by this foote I am sory I mistooke thee. What my little Men? by this hand it grieues me I tooke thee so right, But Sirra whither with these Cushions? To lay them here that the Iudges may sit softly least my Ladie Lngua's cause go hard with her. They should haue beene wrought with gold; these will do nothing; But what makes thy Ladie with the Iudges? Pish, know'st not? shee sueth for the title of a Sense, as well as the rest that beate the name of the Pentarchy. Will Common sense and my Maister, leaue their affaires to detennine that Controuersie?