Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 40 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
What's this Crapula beating Appetitus out of doors? ha! You filthy long Crane, you meager slave, will you kill our guests with blowing continual hunger in them? (tiff, toss, tiff, toss) the Senses have overcharged their stomachs already, and you Sirrah serve them up a fresh appetite with every new dish, they had burst their guts if thou hadst stayed but a thought longer? (tiff, toss, tiff, toss,) be gone or i'll set thee away, begun ye gnawe-bone, rawbone, rascal. Then my device is clean spoiled. Appctitus should have been as the bowl to present this medicine to the Senses, and now Crapula hath beaten him out of doors? what shall I do? Away Sirrah, (tiff toff, tiff. etc. Well Crapula, well, I have deserved better at your hands then so, I was the man you know first brought you into Gustus his service, I lined your guts there, and you use me thus? but grease a fat sow. etc. Dost thou talk (tiff, toff) hence, hence tiff, tiff, hence avaunt cur, avaunt you dog! The belching gorbellie hath wellnigh killed me; I am shut out of doors finely, well this is my comfort, I may walk now in liberty at my own pleasure. Appetitus, Appetitus● Ah Mendacio, Mendacio, Why how now man, how now? how be't (canst not speak. Faith I am like a bagpipe, that never sound's but when the belly is full. Thou empty, and comest from a feast. From a fray I tell thee Mendacio. I am now just like the Ewe that gave suck to a wolves whelp. I have must up my fellow Crapula so long, that he's grown strong enough to beat me. And whither wilt thou go, now thou at banished out of service? Faith I'll travel to some College or other in an University. Why so? Because Appetitious is well beloved amongst Scholars, for there I can dine and sup with them & rise again as good friends as we sat down, I'll thither questionless. Hearest thou? give me thy hand; by this hand I love thee; go too then, thou shalt not forsake thy masters thus, I say thou shalt not. Alas I am very loath; but how should I help it? Why take this bottle of wine, come on, go thy ways to them again. Ha, ha, ha, what good will this do? This is the Nepenthe that reconciles the God's: do● but let the Senses taste of it, and sear not, these love thee as well as ever they did. I pray thee where hadst it? My Lady gave it me to bring her: 〈◊〉 stale it from H●●● for her: thou knowest there were some jars betwixt her and thy masters, & with this drink she would gladly wash out all the relics of their disagreement: Now because I low thee, thou shalt have the grace of presenting it to them and so come in favour again. It smells well I would sane begin to them;
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What's this Crapula beating Appetitus out of dores? ha! You filthie long Crane, you meager slaue, will you kil our guests with blowing continuall hunger in them? (tiffe, toffe, tiffe, toffe) the Senses haue ouercharged their stomackes already, and you Sirra serue them vp a fresh appetite with euerie newe dish, they had burst their gutts if thou hadd'st staied but a thought longer? (tiffe, toffe, tiffe, toffe,) bee gon or ile set thee away, begon ye gnawe-bone, raw-bone, rascal. Then my deuise is cleane spoiled. Appctitus should haue beene as the bowle to present this medecine to the Senses, and now Crapula hath beaten him out of dores? what shall I doe? Away Sirra, (tiff toff, tiff. &c. Well Crapula, well, I haue deserued better at your hands then so, I was the man you knowe first brought you into Gustus his seruice, I lin'd your gutts there, and you vse me thus? but grease a fat sowe. &c. Do'st thou talke (tiff, toff) hence, hence tiff, tiff, hence auaunt curre, auaunt you dogge! The belching gor-bellie hath wellnigh kill'd me; I am shut out of dores finely, well this is my comfort, I may walke now in libertie at my owne pleasure. Appetitus, Appetitus Ah Mendaci, Mendaci, Why how now man, how now? how ist (canst not speake. Faith I am like a bag-pipe, that neuer sound's but when the bellie is full. Thou emptie, and com'st from a feast. From a sray I tell thee Mendaci. I am now iust like the Ewe that gaue sucke to a wolfes whelpe. I haue must vp my fellowe Crapula so longe, that hee's growne strong enough to beate me. And whither wilt thou go, now thou at banish't out of seruice? Faith Ile trauell to some College or other in an Vniuersitie. Why so? Because Appetit is well beloued among'st Schollers, for there I can dine and suppe with them & rise againe as good friends as we sate downe, Ile thither questionles. Hear'st thou? giue me thy hand; by this hand I loue thee; go too then, thou shalt not forsake thy maiers thus, I say thou shalt not. Alas I am verie loth; but how should I helpe it? Why take this bottle of wine, come on, go thy waies to them againe. Ha, ha, ha, what good will this do? This is the Npnth that reconciles the God's: do but let the Senses tast of it, and seare not, thee loue thee as well as euer they did. I pray thee where had'st it? My Ladie gaue it me to bring her: stale it from H for her: thou knowest there were som iares betwixt her and thy maisters, & with this drinke she would gladlie wash out all the reliques of their disagreement: Nowe because I lowe thee, thou shalt haue the grace of presenting it to them and so come in fauour againe. It smeles well I would saine begin to them;