Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 30 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I will walk with you very willingly, for I grow weary of sitting. Come Master Register, and Master Phantastes, Prithee Nam, be persuaded, be't nor better go to a feast then stay here for a fray? A feast? d●est think Auditus will make the judges a feast? Faith I, why should he carry them to his house else? Why sirs a to hear a set or two of songs, slid his banquets are nothing but fish all soll, soll? soll? I'll teach thee wit boy, never go me to a musicians house for lunkets, unless thy stomach lies in thine ears; for there is nothing but commending this songs delicate air, that motet's dainty air, this sonnets sweet air, that madrialls melting air, this dirge's mournful air, this Church air that Chamber air, French air, English air, Italian air, why Lad, they be pure Chamaelions', they seed only upon the air. chamaeleons? I'll be sworn some of your Fiddlers be rather Ca●●els, for by their good-wills they will never leave eating. True, and good reason, for they do nothing all the day but stretch and grate their small guts; but o, yonder's the Ape Heuresis: let me go I prithee. Nay good-now stay a little, let's see his humour. I see no reason to the contrary, for we see the quintessence of Wine will convert Water into Wine; why therefore should not the Elixir of gold turn lead into pure gold? Ha, ha, ha, ha, he is turned Chemic sirrah, it seems so by his talk. But how shall I devise to blow the fire of Beechecoales, with a continual and equal blast? ha? I will have my bellows driven with a wheel, which wheel shall be a self mover. Here's old turning, these Chimicks seeking to turn Lead into Gold, turn away all their own Silver. And my wheel shall be Geometrically proportioned into 7. or 9. concave encircled arms, wherein I will put equal poises, hai, hai, hai, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, I have it, I have it, I have it. Heuresis? But what's best to contain the Quicksilver? ha? Do you remember your promise Heuresis? It must not be Iron, for Quicksilver is the tyrant of Mettles, and will soon fret it. Heuresis? Heuresis? Nor Brass, nor Copper, nor Mastlin, nor Mineral, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, I have it, I have it, it must be. You have indeed sirrah, and thus much more than you looked for. (snap.) You shall not fight, but if you will always disagree, let us have words and no blows; Heuresis, what reason have you to fall out with him? Because he is always abusing me, and takes the upper hand of me every where. And why not sirrah? I am thy better in any place. Have I been the Author of the seven liberal Sciences, and consequently of all learning? have I been the patron of all Mechanical devices, to be thy inferior? I tell thee Anamnestes thou hast not so, much as a point but thou art beholding to me for it.
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I will walke with you very willingly, for I growe weary of sitting. Come Maister Rgister, and Maister Phantastes, Prethee Nam, bee perswaded, ist nor better go to a feast then stay here for a fray? A feast? dest thinke Auditus wil make the Iudges a feast? Faith I, why should he carry them to his house els? Why sir a to heare a set or two of songs, slid his banquets are nothing but fish all soll, soll? soll? Ile teach thee wit boy, neuer go mee to a musitions house for lunkets, vnesse thy omake lies in thine eaes; for there is nothing but commending this songs delicate aire, that motects dainty aire, this sonnets sweete aire, that madrialls melting aire, this dirgesse mournfull aire, this Church aire that Chamber aire, French aire, English aire, Italian aire, why Lad, they bee pure Chamaelions, they seede only vpon the aire. Chamelions? Ile be sworne some of your Fidlers be rather Caels, for by their good-wills they will neuer leaue eating. True, and good reason, for they do nothing all the day but stretch and grate their small guts; but ô, yonders the Ape Heuresis: let me go I prethee. Nay good-now stay a little, let's see his humor. I see no reason to the contrary, for we see the quintessence of Wine will conuert Water into Wine; why therefore should not the Elixar of gold turne lead into pure gold? Ha, ha, ha, ha, he is turned Chimick sirra, it seemes so by his talke. But how shall I deuise to blow the fire of Beechecoales, with a continuall and equall blast? ha? I will haue my bellowes driuen with a wheele, which wheele shall bee a selfe mouer. Here's old turning, these Chimicks seeking to turne Lead into Gold, turne away all their owne Siluer. And my wheele shall be Geometrically proportioned into 7. or 9. concaue incircled armes, wherein I will put equall poises, hai, hai, hai, , I haue it, I haue it, I haue it. Heuresis? But what's best to containe the Quick-siluer? ha? Do you remember your promise Heuresis? It must not be Yron, for Quick-siluer is the tyrant of Mettles, and will soone fret it. Heuresis? Heuresis? Nor Brasse, nor Copper, nor Mastlin, nor Minerall, , I haue it, I haue it, it must be. You haue indeed sirra, and thus much more then you looked for. (snappe.) You shall not fight, but if you will alwayes disagree, let vs haue words and no blowes; Heuresis, what reason haue you to fall out with him? Because he is alwaies abusing me, and takes the vpper hand of me euery where. And why no sirra? I am thy better in any place. Haue I beene the Author of the seauen liberall Sciences, and consequently of all learning? haue I beene the patron of all Mechanicall deuises, to be thy inferiour? I tell thee Anamneses thou hast not so, much as a point but thou art beholding to me for it.