Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 35 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.68 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
lust in the midst of Cephalon round face As 'twere a fron●is-spice unto the hill, Olfactus' lodging built in figure long, Doubly disparted with two precious vaults, The roots whereof most richly are enclosed, With Orient Pearls, and sparkling Diamonds: Beset at the end with Emerauds and Turchois, And Rubies red, and flaming Crisolits, At upper end whereof in costly manner, I lay my head between two spungeous pillows, Like fair Adonis twixt the paps of Venus, Where I conducting in and out the wind, Daily examine all the air inspired. By my pure searching, if it be pure, And sit to serve the lungs with lively breath: Hence do I likewise minister perfume Unto the neighbour brain, perfumes of force To cleanse your head, and make your fantasy To refine wit, and sharp invention And strengthen memory, from whence it came, That old devotion, incense did ordain To make man's spirits more apt for things divine, Besides a thousand more commodities, In lieu whereof your Lordships I request, Give me the crown if I deserve it best. In good time Gustus, have you brought your objects? My servant Appetitus followeth with them. Come come Bacchus, you are so fat; enter enter. Fie, fie Gustus this is a great indecorum to bring Bacchus alone, you should have made Thirst led him by the hand. Right Sir, but Men now a days drink often when they be not dry, beside I could not get red hear and dried neats tongues enough to apparel him in. What never a speech of him. I put an Octave of lambicks in his mouth, and he hath drunk it down. Well done, Muscadine and Eggs stand hot; what buttered Claret? go thy way thou hadst best, for blind man that cannot see how wickedly thou look'st ● how now, what small thin fellow, are you here? ha? Beer forsooth, beer forsooth. Beer forsooth? get you gone to the buttery, till I call for you, you are none of Bacchus' attendants, I am sure, he cannot indare the smell of Malt. Whereas Ceres? o well, well, is the marchpane broken? ill luck, ill luck, come hang't, never stand to set it together again; serve out fruit there; (Enter Boys with a Basket, M●rmolet, sweet etc. deliver it round among the Gentlewomen, and go out) what do you come with rostemeat after Apples, away with it. Digestion serve out cheese; what, but a pennyworth, it is just the measure of his nose that sold it? lambs wool; the meekest meat in the world, 'twill let any man fleece it. Snapdragon there. O I remember this dish well, it was first invented by Pluto to entertain Proserpina with all. I think not so Memory, for when Hercules had killed the flaming Dragon of Hesperdia, with the Apples of that Orchard, he made this fiery meat, in memory whereof he named it Snapdragon. Gustus, le's here your description?
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lust in the mid'st of Cephalons round face As 'twere a fronis-spice vnto the hill, Olfactus lodging built in figure long, Doubly dis-parted with two precious vaults, The rootes whereof most richly are inclos'd, With Orient Pearles, and sparkling Diamonds: Beset at the end with Emerauds and Turchois, And Rubies red, and flaming Crisolits, At vpper end whereof in costly manner, I lay my head betweene two spungeous pillowes, Like faire Adonis twixt the paps of Venus, Where I conducting in and out the wind, Daily examine all the ayre inspir'd. By my pure searching, if it be pure, And sit to serue the lungs with liuely breath: Hence do I likewise minister perfume Vnto the neighbour brayne, perfumes of force To clense your head, and make your fantaie To refine wit, and sharpe inuention And strengthen memory, from whence it came, That old deuotion, ncence did ordaine To make mans spirits more apt for things diuine, Besides a thousand more commodities, In leiw whereof your Lordships I request, Giue me the crowne if I deserue it best. In good time Gustus, haue you brought your obiects? My seruant Appetitus followeth with them. Come come Bacchus, you are so fat; enter enter. Fie, fie Gustus this is a great indecorum to bring Bacchus alone, you should haue made Thirst ed him by the hand. Right Sir, but Men now a dayes drinke often when they be not drye, besides I could not get red hearings and dried neates tongues enough to apparell him in. What neuer a speech of him. I put an Octaue of lambicks in his mouth, and hee hath drunke it downe. Well done, Mscadine and Eggs stand hot; what butter'd Claret? go thy way thou had'st best, for blind man that cannot see how wickedly thou look'st how now, what small thin fellow, are you here? ha? Beere forsooth, beere forsooth. Beere forsooth? get you gone to the buttery, till I call for you, you are none of Bacchus attendants, I am sure, he cannot indare the smell of Mault. Whereas Ceres? ô well, well, is the March-pae broken? ill luck, ill luck, come hang't, neuer stand to set it together againe; serue out fruite there; (Enter Boyes with a Baket, Mrmolet, sweet &c. deliuer it round among the Gentlewomen, and goe out) what doe you come with rostemeat after Aples, away with it. Disgestion serue out cheese; what, but a penny-worth, it is iust the measure of his nose that sold it? lambs wooll; the meekest meate in the world, t'will let any man fleece it. Snap-dragon there. O I remember this dish well, it was first inuented by Pluto to intertaine Proserpina with all. I thinke not so Memory, for when Hercules had kild the flaming Dragon of Hesperdia, with the Apples of that Orchard, he made this siery meate, in memory whereof hee named it Snap-dragon. Gusts, lets here your description?