Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 32 of 51

Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals)
comedy; allegory
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 492 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.

This is a very artificial lie. Name believe it, for I saw it, and which is more, I have practised this device often: once when I had a quarrel with one of my Lady Veritas naked knaves, and had pointed him the field, I conveyed into the heart of my Buckler an Adamant, and when we met, I drew, all the foins of his Rapier, whether so ever he intended them, or howsoever I guided mine arm, pointed still to the midst of my buckler, so that by this means, I haut the Knave mortally, and myself came away untouched, to the wonder of all the beholders. Sirrah you speak Metaphorically, because thy wit Mendacio always draws men's objections to thy forethought excuses. Anamnestes 'tis true, and I have an addition to this, which is to make the bullet, shot from the enemy, to return immediately upon the Gunner: but let all these pass, and say the worst thou canst against me. I say Guns were found out for the quick dispatch of mortality, and when thou sawest men grow wise, and beget so fair a child as Peace, of so foul and deformed a mother as War, lest there should be no murder, thou devisest poison. Nayfie Nam, urge him not too far. And last and worst, thou foundest out cookery, that kills more than weapons, guns, wars or poisons, and would destroy all, but that thou inventedst Physic, that helps to make away some. But sirrah, besides all this, I devised Pillories for such forging villains as thyself. Call'st me villain? You shall not fight as long as I am here, give over I say. Mendatio you offer me great wrong to hold me, in goodfaith I shall fall out with you. Away, away, away, you are Invention, are you not. Yes Sir, what then? And you remembrance? Well sir, well. Then I will be judicium, the moderator betwixt you, and make you both friends, come, come, shake hands, shake hands. Well, well, if you will needs have it so? I am in some sore content. Why this is as it should be, when Mendatio hath Invention on the one hand, and Remembrance on the other, as he'll be sure never to be found with Truth in his mouth: so he scorns to be taken in a lie, hai, hai, hai, my fine wags whist? Whist. Whist. They had some reason that held the soul a harmony, for it is greatly delighted with music, how fast we wear tied by the ears to the consort of voices powder; but all is but a little pleasure, what profitable objects hath he? Your ears will teach you presently, for now he is coming, that fellow in the bays me thinks I should have known him; o 'tis Comedus, 'tis so but he is become now a days something humorous, and too too, Satirical, up and down, like his great grandfather A ●istophanes.
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PlayLingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority
AuthorTomkis, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [1602-1607]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1602-1607]
Genre (British Drama)comedy; allegory
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 562 · TCP A13804 · DEEP 451
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1133–1155 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 51 in this edition
Length492 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.695
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This is a very artificiall lye. Nam beleeue it, for I saw it, and which is more, I haue practised this deuise often: once when I had a quarrell with one of my Lady Veritas naked knaues, and had pointed him the field, I conuaide into the heart of my Buckler an Adamant, and when we met, I drew, all the foynes of his Rapier, whether so euer hee intended them, or howsoeuer I guided mine arme, pointed still to the midst of my buckler, so that by this meanes, I haut the Knaue mortally, and my selfe came away vntoucht, to the wonder of all the beholders. Sirra you speake Metaphorically, because thy witte Mendcio alwayes drawes mens obiections to thy forethought excuses. Anamnestes 'tis true, and I haue an addition to this, which is to make the bullet, shot from the enemy, to returne immediatly vpon the Gunner: but let all these passe, and say the worst thou canst against me. I say Gunnes were found out for the quick dispatch of mortallity, and when thou sawest men grow wise, and beget so faire a childe as Peace, of so foule and deformed a mother as Warre, least there should bee no murther, thou deuisest poyson. Nayfie Nam, vrge him not too farre. And last and worst, thou foundest out cookery, that kills more then weapons, gunnes, warres or poysons, and would destroy all, but that thou inuentedst Phisicke, that helpes to make away some. But sirra, besides all this, I deuised Pillories for such forging villaines as thy selfe. Calst mee villaine? You shall not fight as long as I am here, giue ouer I say. Mendatio you offer mee great wrong to hold me, in good-faith I shall fall out with you. Away, away, away, you are Inuention, are you not. Yes Sir, what then? And you remembrance? Well sir, well. Then I will be Iudicium, the moderator betwixt you, and make you both friends, come, come, shake hands, shake hands. Well, well, if you will needs haue it so? I am in some sore content. Why this is as it should be, when Mendatio hath Inuention on the one hand, and Remembrance on the other, as heele be sure neuer to bee found with Truth in his mouth: so hee scornes to be taken in a lye, hai, hai, hai, my fine wagges whist? Whist. Whist. They had some reason that held the soule a harmony, for it is greatly delighted with musicque, howe fast wee weare tyed by the eares to the consort of voices powder; but all is but a little pleasure, what profitable obiects hath he? Your eares will teach you presently, for nowe hee is coming, that fellowe in the bayes mee thinkes I should haue known him; o tis Comedus, tis so but he is become now a daies something humerous, and too too, Satyricall, vp and downe, like his great grand-father A istophanes.