Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 27 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
'Tis Color an object of mine, subject to his commandment. Why speaks he not? He is so bashful, he dares not speak for blushing: What thing is that, tell me without delay. That's nothing of itself, yet every way, As like a Man, as a thing, like may be, And yet so unlike, as clean contrary, For in one point it every way doth miss, The right side of it a man's left side is 'tis lighter than a Feather, and withal It fills no place, nor room it is so small. How now Visus, have you brought a boy with a riddle to pose us all. Pose us all? and I here; that were a jest indeed: My Lord, if he have a Sphinx, I have an Oedipus assure yourself, le's hear it once again. What thing is that Sir. This such a knotty Enigma? why my Lord, I think it's a Woman, for first a Woman is nothing of herself, and again she is likest a man of any thing. But wherein is she unlike? In every thing, in pecuisnnes, in folly. —'st Boy. In Pride, Deceit, Prating, Lying, Cogging, Coins, Spite, Hate Sir. And in many more such vices: Now he may well say, the left side a man's right side is, for a cross wife, is always contrary to her husband, ever contradicting what he wisheth for, like to the verse in martial, Velle tuum. Velle tuum volo. Dindine nolle volo. Lighter than a feather, doth any man, make question of that? They need not, for I remember I saw a Cardinal weigh them once, & the Woman was found 3. grains lighter. 'tis strange, for I have seen Gentlewomen wear feathers oftentimes, can they carry heavier things than themselves? O sir, I remember, 'tis their only delight to do so. But how apply you the last verse, it fills no place Sir? By my faith, that spoils all the former, for these fardingalles take up all the room now a days, 'tis not a woman questionless, shall I be put down with a Riddle sirrah, Heuresis search the corners of your conceit, and find it me quickly. Hay 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. I have it, 'tis a man's face in a looking Glass. My Lord, 'tis so indeed, Sirrah le's see it, for do you see my right eye here? What of your eye? O Lord, sir, this kind of frown is excellent, especially when 'tis sweetened with such a pleasing smile. Phantastes. O Sir my left eye is my right in the glass, do you see? by these lips my garters hang so neatly, my Gloves & shoes become my hands and feet so well: Heuresis tie my shoes strings with a new knot;— this point was scarce well trust,— so, 'tis excellent.— Looking-glasses were a passing invention, I protest the fittest books for Ladies to study on— Take heed you fall not in love with yourself Phantastes, as I remember: Anamnestes who waste that died of the looking disease?
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'Tis Color an obiect of mine, subiect to his cōmandment. Why speakes he not? He is so bashfull, he dares not speake for blushing: What thing is that, tell mee without delay. That's nothing of it selfe, yet euery way, As like a Man, as a thing, like may bee, And yet so vnlike, as cleane contrary, For in one point it euery way doth misse, The right side of it a mans left side is Tis lighter then a Feather, and withall It filles no place, nor roome it is so small. How now Visus, haue you brought a boy with a riddle to pose vs all. Pose vs all? and I here; that were a iest indeed: My Lord, if he haue a Sphinx, I haue an Oedipus assure your selfe, lets heare it once againe. What thing is that Sir. This such a knotty Enigma? why my Lord, I think it's a Woman, for first a Woman is nothing of her selfe, and againe shee is likest a man of any thing. But wherein is she vnlike? In euery thing, in pecuisnnes, in folly.—'st Boy. In Pride, Decei, Prating, Lying, Cogging, Coynes, Spite, Hate Sir. And in many mo such vices: Now he may well say, the left side a mans right side is, for a crose wife, is alwayes contrary to her husband, euer contradicting what hee wisheth for, like to the verse in Martiall, Velle tuum. Velle tuvm olo. Dindine nolle volo. Lighter then a feather, doth any man, make question of that? They neede not, for I remember I saw a Cardinall weigh thē once, & the Woman was found 3. graynes lighter. Tis strange, for I haue seene Gentlewomen weare feathers oftentime, can they carrie heauier things then themselues? O sir, I remember, tis their onely delight to do so. But how apply you the last verse, it fills no place Sir? By my faith, that spoyles all the former, for these fardingalles take vp all the roome now a dayes, tis not a woman questionlesse, shall I be put downe with a Riddle sirrah, Heursi search the corners of your conceit, and find it me quickly. Hay . I haue it, tis a mans face in a looking Glasse. My Lord, tis so indeede, Sirrha lets see it, for do you see my right eye here? Wht of your eye? O Lord, sir, this kind of frowne is excellent, especially when tis sweetned with such a pleasing smile. Phantastes. O Sir my left eie is my right in the glasse, do you see? by these lips my garters hang so neately, my Gloues & shooes become my hands and feee so well: Heuresis tie my shooes strings with a new knot;—this point was scarse well trust,—so, tis excellent.—Looking-glases were a passing inuentiō, I protest the fittest bookes for Ladies to study on— Take heede you fall not in loue with your selfe Phantastes, as I remember: Anamnestes who wast that died of the looking disease?