Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 39 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 528 words
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I but I did not give you a box on the ear sirrah 49000. years ago, did I? (snap) I do not remember that Sir. This time Plato's twesue month to come, look you save your cheeks better. But what entertainment had we at Court for our long staying? Let's go, I'll tell you as we walk. If I do not seem pranker now, than I did in those days, I'll be hanged? Why this is good by common Senses means, Lingua thou hast framed a perfect comedy They are all good friends, whom thou mad'st enemies, And I am half a Sense: a sweet piece of service, I promise you a fair step to preferment. Was this the care and labour thou hast taken, To bring thy foes together to a banquet, To lose thy Crown, and be deluded thus, Well now I see my cause is desperate, The judgements past, sentence irrevocable, Therefore I'll be content and clap my hands, And give a Plaudite to their proceedings: What shall I leave my hate begun imperfect? So foully vanquished by the spiteful Senses? Shall I the Ambassadoress of Gods and Men That pulled proud Phoebe from her brightsome sphere And darkt Apollo's countenance with a word Raising at pleasure storms, and winds, and earthquakes Be overcrowed? and breath without revenge? Yet they forsooth base slaves must be preferred, And deck themselves with my right ornaments: Doth the all-knowing 〈◊〉 see this shame Without redress? will not Heavens help me? Then shall Hell do it, my enchanting tongue Can mount the skies, and in a moment fall, From the Pole artic to dark Acheron. I'll make them know mine anger is not spent, Lingua hath power to hurt, and will to do it. Mendacio, come hither quickly sirrah. Madame. Hark hither in thine ear. Why do you whish thus? here's none to hear you. I dare not trust these secrets to the Earth, are since she brought forth Reeds, whose babbling noise told all the world of Midas Asses ears, (She whispers him in the ear) Dost understand me? ay, I, I— never fear that— there's a jest indeed— pish, pish,— Madam— do you think me so foolish?— tut, tut, doubt not. Tell her if she do not. Why do you make any question of it— what a stir is here— I warrant you— presently? Well, I'll to supper, and so closely cover, The rusty canker of mine Yron spite, With golden foil of goodly semblances, But if I do not trounce them— My Lady 〈◊〉 is just like one of these lean-witted Comedians, who disturbing all to the fist Act, 〈◊〉 cowne some Mercury or 〈◊〉 in an Engine to make 〈…〉. So she, but in a contrary manner, seeing her 〈◊〉 plots dispur●osed, sends me to an old Witch called 〈…〉 to wreak 〈◊〉 spite upon the Senses: the old hag after many an encircled circumstance, and often naming of the direful Hecate, and Demogorgon, gives me this bottle of wine mingled with such hellish drugs and forcible words, that whosoever drinks of it shall be presently possessed with an enraged and mad kind of anger.
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I but I did not giue you a boxe on the are sirrah 49000. yeares ago, did I? (snappe) I do not remember that Sir. This time Platoes twesue month to come, looke you saue your cheekes better. But what intertainment had we at Court for our long staying? Lets go, Ile tell you as we walke. If I doe not seeme pranker nowe, then I did in those dayes, Ile be hang'd? Why this is good by common Senses meanes, Lingua thou hast framed a perfect comoedy They are all good friends, whom thou mad'st enemies, And I am halfe a Sense: a sweete peece of seruice, I promise you a fayre step to preferment. Was this the care and labour thou hast taken, To bring thy foes together to a banket, To loose thy Crowne, and be deluded thus, Well now I see my cause is desperate, The iudgements past, sentence irreuocable, Therefore Ile be content and clap my hands, And giue a Plaudite to their proceedings: What shall I leaue my hate begun imperfect? So fowly vanquisht by the spitefull Senses? Shall I the Embassadresse of Gods and Men That puld proud Phoebe from her brightsome spheare And darkt Apollo's countenance with a word Raysing at pleasure stormes, and winds, and earth-quakes Be ouercrowed? and breath without reuenge? Yet they forsooth base slaues must be preferred, And deck themselues with my ight ornaments: Doth the all-knowing see this shame Without redresse? will not Heaens helpe me? Then shall Hell do it, my enchanting tongue Can mount the skies, and in a moment fall, From the Pole Artick to darke Acheton. Ile make them know mine anger is not spent, Lngua hath power to hurt, and will to do it. Mendio, come hether quickly sirra. Madame. Harke hether in thine are. Why do you whish thus? here's none to heare you. I dare not trust these secrets to the Earth, re since she brought forth Reedes, whose babling noise tolde all the world of Midas Asses eaes, (She whispers him in the ear ) Doost vnderstand me? I, I, I—neuer feare that—there's a iest indeed—pish, pish,—Madam—doe you thinke mee so foolish?—tut, tut, doubt not. Tell her if she doe not. Why do you make any question of it—what a stirre is here—I warrant you—presently? Well, Ile to supper, and so closely couer, The rustie cancker of mine Yon spight, With golden foile of goodly semblances, But if I do not tounce them— My Lady is iust like one of these eane-witted Comedians, who disturbing all to the fist Act, cowne some Mercuri or in an Enge to mak . So shee, but in a contrary maner, seeing her plots dispurosed, sends me to an old Witch called to weake spight vpon the Senses: the olde ag after manie an incricled circumstance, and often naminge of the direfull Hecate, and Demogorgon, giues mee this bottle of wine mingled with such hellish drugges and forcible words, that whosoeuer drinkes of it shall bee presentile possest with an inraged and mad kinde of anger.