Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 42 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.89 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
I I but once lay hands vpon the slaue, That thus hath robbed me of my dearest tewel, I'll rend the Milcreant into a thousand pieces. And gnash his trembling members 'twixt my teeth, Drinking his live-warme blood to satisfy, The boiling thirst of pain and surio●snesse, That thus exasperates great Polypheme. Pray thee Appetitus see how he grasps for that he would be loath to find. What's that? a stumbling block? These hands, that whilom tote up sturdy Oaks, And rend the rock that dashed out Acis brains, Both in the stole-blisse of my Galatea, Serve now (o misery) to no better use, But for bad guides to my unskilful feet. Never accustomed thus to be directed. As I am a rogue, he wants nothing but a wheel, to make him the true picture of Fortune; how sayst? what shall we play at blindman-buff with him? I if thou wilt, but first i'll try whether he can see! Find me out Outis, search the rocks, and woods, The hills and dales, and all the Coast's adjoining. That I may have him, and revenge my wrong, Visus me thinks your eyes are well enough. What's he that calls me Visus? dost not know. To him Mendatio, to him, to h●n. There, there Appetitus, he comes, he comes; ware ware, he comes, ha, ha, ha, ha, Is this he that thinks himself Hercules? ay, wilt see me out-swagger him? I do, do, I love not to sport with such mad play-fellows; tickle him Appetitus, tickle him, tickle him. Have I not here the great and puissant Club, Where with I conquered three Chopped Cerberus. Have I not here the sharp, and warlike teeth, That at one breakfast quailed thrice three hogg's faces? And are not these Alcides brawny arms, That rend the lions jaws and killed the boar? And is not this the Stomach that defeated Nine yards of pudding, and a rank of pies? Did nor I crop the sevenfold Hydra's crest, And with a river cleansed Augeas stable? Did not I crush a sevenfold Custards crust, And with my tongue, swept a well furnished table? Did not these feet and hands o'ertake and slay, The nimble Stag, and fierce impetuous bull? Did not this throat at one good meal devour, That Stags sweet venison, and that strong Bull's beef? shall Hercules be thus disparaged? Iuno! you pouting. Quean, you lowing trull? Take heed I take you not; for by Ioues thunder I le be revenged Why Visus, Visus. will you be killed? away, away. Who have we here, see, see the Giant Cacus, Draws an Ox backward to his thievish den, Hath this device so long deluded me? Monster of men Cacus restore my cattle, Or instantly I'll crush thy idle Coxcomb. And dash thy doltish brains against thy Cave. Cacus, I Cacus? ha, ha, ha. Tactus you mistake me. I am yours to command. Appetitus. Art Appetitus? thouart so; run quickly villain. Fetch a whole Ox to satisfy my stomach.
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I I but once lay hands vpon the slaue, That thus hath rob'd mee of my dearest tewell, Ile rend the Milcreant into a thousand peeces. And gnash his trembling members 'twixt my teeth, Drinking his liue-warme blood to satissie, The boyling thirst of paine and suriosnesse, That thus exasperates great Polpheme. 'Pray thee Appetitus see how hee graspes for that hee would be loath to inde. What's that? a stumbling block? Tese hands, that whlom tote vp sturdy Oakes, And rent the rock that dasht out Acis braines, Both in the stole-blisse of my Galate, Serue now (ô misery) to no better vse, But for bad guides to my vnskilfull feete. Neuer accustomed thus to be directed. As I am a rogue, hee wants nothing but a wheele, to make him the true picture of Fortune; how saist? what shall we play at blind-man-buffe with him? I if thou wilt, but first ile trie whether he can see! Find me out Outis, search the rocks, and woods, The hiles and dales, and all the Coast's adioyning. That I may haue him, and reuenge my wrong, Visus mee thinkes your eyes are well enough. What's hee that calles mee Visus? do'st not know. To him Mendatio, to him, to hn. There, there Appetitus, hee comes, he comes; ware wae, he comes, ha, ha, ha, ha, Is this he that thinkes himselfe Hercules? I, willt see mee out-swagger him? I do, do, I loue not to sport with such mad play-fellowes; tickle him Appetitus, tickle him, tickle him. Haue I not here the great and puissant Club, Where with I conquered three Chopt Cerberus. Haue I not here the sharpe, and warlike teeth, That at one break-fast quaild thrice three hogg's faces? And are not these Alcides brawny armes, That rent the Lyons iawes and kill'd the boare? And is not this the Stomacke that defeated Nyne yards of pudding, and a ranke of pyes? Did nor I crop the seauen-fold Hydras crest, And with a riuer clensed Augeas stable? Did not I crush a seuen-fold Custards crust, And with my tongue, swept a well furnisht table? Did not these feete and hands oretake and slay, The nimble Stagge, and fierce impetuous bull? Did not this throat at one good meale deuoure, That Stagges sweet venison, and that strong Bulls beefe? hall Hercules be thus difparaged? Ino! you pouting. Queane, you lowng trull? Take heede I take you not; for by Ioues thunder I le be reueng'd Why Visus, Visus. will you be kill'd? away, away. Who haue we here, see, see the Giant Cacus, Drawes an Oxe backward to his theeuish den, Hath this deuise so long deluded mee? Monster of men Cacus restore my cattle, Or instantly Ile crush thy idle Cox-combe. And dash thy doltish braines against thy Caue. Cacus, I Cacus? ha, ha, ha. Tactus you mistake mee. I am yours to command. Apptitus. Art Appetitus? Th'art so; run quickly villaine. Fetch a whole Oxe to satissie my stomacke.