Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 38 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I most humbly thank your Lordships. But lest I should seem to neglect you Auditus, I hear choose you to be the Lords intelligencer to Psuches her Majesty, and you Olfactus, we bestow upon you the chief priesthood of Microcosin●, perpetually to offer incense in her majesties temple. As for you Tactus upon your reasons alleged, I bestow upon you the robes. I accept it most gratefully at your just hands, and will wear it in the dear remembrance of your good Lordship. And lastly, Gustus we elect you Psuche her only taster, and great purueior for all her dominions, both by sea and land, in her realm of Microcosm. We thank your Lordship, and rest well content with equal arbitrement. Now for you Lingua. I beseech your honour let me speak, I will neither trouble the company nor offend your patience. I cannot stay so long; we have consulted about you, and find your cause to stand upon these terms, and conditions. The number of the Senses in this little world, is answerable to the first bodies in the great world: now since there be but five in the Universe, the four elements and the pure substance of the heavens, therefore there can be but five senses in our Microcosm, correspondent to those, as the sight to the heavens, hearing to the air, touching to the earth, smelling to the ●●●e, tasting to the water, by which ●●●e means only the understanding is able to apprehend the knowledge of all Corporeal substances? wherefore we judge you to be no Sense simply, only thus much we from hence forth pronounce, that all women for your sake shall have six 〈◊〉, that is seeing, heating, tasting, smelling, touching, and the last and feminine sense, the sense of speaking. I beseech your Lordships and your asistants, (the only cause of our friendship,) to grace my table with your most welcome presence this night at supper. I am sorry I cannot stay with you, you know we may by no means omit our daily attendance at the Court, therefore I pray you pardon us. I hope I shall not have the denial at your hands my Masters, and you my Lady Lingua, come let us drown all our anger in a bowl of hippocras. Come Master Register shall we walk? I pray you stay a little? let me see? ha, ha, ha, ha ha, How now Memory so merry? what do you trouble yourself with two palsies at once? shaking, and laughing. 'tis a strange thing that men will so confidently oppose themselves against Plato's great year. Why not. 'tis as true an opinion as need be; for I remember it very readily now, that this time 49000. years ago all we wear in this very place and your Lordship judged the very same controversy, after the very same manner, in all respects, and cercumstances alike. 'tis wondrous strange. By the same token you held your Staff in your right hand, just as you do now, and Mr. Phantastes stood wondering at you, gaping as wide as you see him.
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I most humbly thanke your Lordships. But least I should seeme to neglect you Auditus, I heare chuse you to bee the Lords intelligencer to Psuche her Maiesty, and you Olfactus, we bestow vpon you the chiefe Preisthood of Microcosin, perpetually to offer incese in her maiesties temple. As for you Tactus vpon your reasons aleaged, I bestowe vpon you the roabs. I accept it most gratefully at your iust hands, and will weare it in the deare remembrance of your good Lordship. And lastly, Gustus we elect you Puche her onely taster, and great purueior for all her dominions, both by sea and land, in her realme of Microco. We thanke your Lordship, and rest well content with equall arbitrement. Now for you Lingua. I beseech your honour let me speake, I will neither troble the company nor offend your patience. I cannot stay so long; wee haue consulted about you, and finde your cause to stand vpon these tearmes, and conditions. The number of the Senses in this little world, is answerable to the first bodies in the great world: now since there bee but fiue in the Vniuerse, the foure elements and the pure substance of the heauens, therefore thee can bee but fiue senses in our Microcsme, correspondent to those, as the sight to the heauens, hearing to the aire, touching to the earth, smelling to the e, tasting to the water, by which e meanes onely the vnderstanding is able to apprehend the knowledge of all Corporeall substances? wherefore wee iudge you to bee no Sense simply, onely thus much we from hence forth pronounce, that all women for your sake shall haue six , that is seeing, heating, tasting, smelling, touching, and the last and feminine sense, the sense of speaking. I beseech your Lordships and your asistants, (the onely cause of our friendship,) to grace my table with your most welcome presence this night at supper. I am sorry I cannot stay with you, you know we may by no meanes omit our daiely attendance at the Court, therefore I praie you pardon vs. I hope I shall not haue the deniall at your hands my Maisters, and you my Ladie Lingua, come let vs drowne all our anger in a bowle of hippocras. Come Maister Registe shall we walke? I pray you stay a little? let mee see? ha, ha, ha, ha ha, How now Memory so merry? what doe you trouble your selfe with two palsies at once? shaking, and laughing. Tis a strange thing that men will so confidently oppose themselues against Plato great yeare. Why not. Tis as true an opinion as neede be; for I remember it verie readily now, that this time 49000. yeares agoe all wee weare in this verie place and your Lordship iudged the verie same controuersie, after the verie same manner, in all respects, and cercumstances alike. Tis wondrous strange. By the same token you held your Staffe in your right hand, iust as you do now, and Mr. Phantastes stood wondring at you, gaping as wide as you see him.