Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 20 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Then thou hearst nothing, What should I hear! All the senses fell out about a Crown fallen from heaven and pitched a field for it, but Vicegerent Common sense hearing of it took upon him, to umpire the contention, in which regard he hath appointed them (their arms dismissed) to appear before him, charging every on to bring as it were in a show, their proper objects, that by them he may determine of their several excellencies. When is all this? As soon as they can possibly provide. But can he tell which diserues best by their objects? No not only; for every sense must describe his Instrument, that is his house, where he performs his daily duty, so that by the Object and the Instrument, my Lord can with great ease discern their place and dignities. His Lordships very wise. Thou shalt hear all anon, fine master Phantastes, and thy master will be here shortly. But how be't my little Rogue? me thinks thou look'st lean upon't? Alas how should I do otherwise that lie all night with such a Rawbo●d Skelton as Memory and run all day on his Ertands▪ The Chur●e's grown so old and forgetful, that every hour he's calling Anamnestes, remembrance, where art Anamnestes? Then presently some thing's lost, poor I must run for it, and these words, run Boy. Come Sirrah quick, quick, quick, are as familiar with him as the Cough, never out on's mouth. Alack▪ alack poor Rogue, I see my fortunes are better. My Lady loves me exceedingly; she's always kissing me, so that (I tell thee Nam) Mendacio's never from betwixt her lips. Nor out of Memories mouth; but in a worse sort, always excercising my stumps and which is more, when he favours best then I am in the worst taking. How so. Thus when we are friends, then must I come and be dandled upon his palsy-quaking knees, and he'll tell me a long story of his acquaintance with King Priamus and his familiarity with Nester and how he played at blowe-point with Iupiter when he was in his side-coates and how he went to look Birds-nests with Athotis, and where he was at Deucalion's flood & 20. such old wives tales. I wonder he being so old can talk so much. Nature thou knowst, (knowing what an unruly Engine the tongue is) hath set teeth round about for watchmen, Now Sir, my master's old age hath caught our all his teeth & thats the cause it runs so much at liberty ;hilosophical; O but there's onething stings me to the very heart, to see an ugly foul idle, fat, dusty clog-head, called Oblivio preferred before, me dost know him? Who I, I; But care not for his acquaintance, hang himblockhead I could never abide him? Thou Remembrance art the only friend that the arms of my friendship shall embrace. Thou hast heard Oportet mendacem esse memorem. But what of Oblivio.
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Then thou hearst nothing, What should I heare! All the senses fell out about a Crowne falne frō heauen and pitcht a feild for it, but Vicegerent Common sense hearing of it tooke vpon him, to vmpire the contention, in which regard he hath appointed them (their armes dismissed) to appeare before him, charging euery on to bring as it were in a shew, their proper obiects, that by them he may determine of their seuerall excellencies. When is all this? As soone as they can possibly prouide. But can he tell which diserues best by their obiects? No not only; for euery sense must discribe his Instrumēt, that is his house, where he performes his daylie duty, so that by the Obiect and the Instrument, my Lord can with great ase discerne their place and dignities. His Lord-ships very wise. I hou shalt heare all anon, fine maister Phantastes, and thy master wil be here shortly. But how ist my little Rogue? me thinkes thou look'st leane vpon't? Alas how should I do otherwise that lie all night with such a Rawbod Skelton as Memory and runne all day on his Ertands▪ The Chure's growne so old and forgetfull, that euery houre he's calling Anamnestes, remembrance, where art Anamnestes? Then presently some thing's lost, poore I must run for it, and these words, runne Boy. Come Sirra quick, quick, quick, are as familiar with him as the Cough, neuer out ons mouth. Alack▪ alack poore Rogue, I see my fortunes are better. My Ladie loues me exceedingly; she's alwaies kissing mee, so that (I tell thee Nam) Mendacios neuer from betwixt her lippes. Nor out of Memories mouth; but in a worse sort, alwaies excercising my stumps and which is more, when hee fauoures best then I am in the worst taking. How so. Thus when wee are friends, then must I come and bee dandled vpon his palsie-quaking knees, and he'le tell me a long story of his acquaintance with King Priamus and his familiarity with Nester and how he plaid at blowe-point with Iupiter when he was in his side-coates and how he went to looke Birds-nests with Athotis, and where hee was at Deucalons sloud & 20. such old wiues tales. I wonder he being so old can talke so much. Nature thou know'st, (knowing what an vnuly Engine the tongue is) hath set teeth round about for watchmen, Now Sir, my Maister's old age hath cought our all his teeth & that's the cause it runs so much at liberty Philosopicall; O but ther's one-thing stings me to the very heart, to see an vglie foule idle, fat, dusty clog-head, called Obliuio preserred before, me dost know him? Who I, I; But care not for his acquaintāce, hang himblockhead I could neuer abide him? Thou Remembrance art the only friend that the armes of my friendship shall embrace. Thou hast heard Oportet mendacem esse memorem. But what of Obliuo.