Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 43 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.83 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
Fetch an Awl to keep you company. Then down to Hell, tell Pluto Prince of Devils, That great Alcides want's a kitchen wench. To turn his spit, command him from myself! To send up Proserpina shee's serve the turn. I must find you meat and the Devil find you cooks Which is the next way? Follow the beaten path thou canst not miss it 'tis a wide Causey that conducteth thither, An easy tract and down hill all the way, But if the black Prince will not send her quickly, But still detain her for his bedfellow, Tell him I'll drag him from his iron chair, By the steel tresses, and then sow him fast, With the three furies in a leathern bag. And thus will drown them in the Ocean. You had better keep him alive to light Tobacco-pipes▪ or to sweep chimneys. Act thou not gone, nay then i'll send thy soul, Before thee, 'twill do thy message sooner (tiff, tiff.) Hercules, Hercules, Hercules? do not you hear Omphal●● Hark how she calls you, hark? 'tis she indeed I know her sugared voice? Omphale dear Command resse of my life My thoughts repose, sweet Centre of my cares Where all my hopes, and best desires take rest. Lo! where the mighty Son of Iupiter Throws himself Capture at your conquering feet Do not disdain my voluntary humbleness. Accept my service, bless me with commanding, I will perform the hardest imposition And run through twelve new labours for thy sake, Omphale dear▪ ommandresse of my life. Do you not see how she beckons to you to follow her? Look how she 〈◊〉 her distaff, look you? Where is she gone, that I may follow her? Omphale stay, stay, take thy Hercules! There there man, you are right. What a strange temper are the Senses in? How come their wits thus topsy-turvy turned? Hercules Tactus, Visus Polypheme, Two goodly surnames have they purchased: By the rare Ambrosian of an Oyste ●ie; They have got such proud imaginatious, That I could wish I were mad for company: But since my fortunes cannot stretch so high, I'll rest contented with this wise estate. What more anger? Auditus got abroad too. Take this abuse at base Olfactus' hands? What did he challenge me to meet me here, And is not come? well I'll proclaim the slave, The vilest dastard that ere broke his word; But stay yonder's Appetitus. I pray you Auditus, what ails you? Ha, ha! What ails you? Ha! what sayst thou? Who hath abused you thus? Why dost thou whisper thus? Canst not speak out? save me I had clean forgotten; why are you so angry Auditus● By't us, who dare bite us? I talk of no bitting, I say what's the matter between Olfactus and you? Will Olsactus bite me? do if he dares, would he would meet me here according to his promise: Mine ears are somewhat thick of late, I pray thee speak out louder.
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Fetch an Alle to keepe you company. Then downe to Hell, tell Pluto Prince of Diuells, That great Aldes want's a kitchen wench. To turne his spit, command hm from my selfe! To send vp Proserpine shee' serue the turne. I must finde you meate and the Diuell finde you cookes Which is the next way? Follow the beaten path thou canst not misse it Tis a wide Causie that conducteth thether, An easie tract and downe hill all the way, But f the blacke Prince will not send her quickly, But still detaine her for his bed-fellow, Tell him Ile drag him from his iron chayre, By the steele treses, and then sow him fast, With the three furies in a letherne bag. And thus will drowne them in the Ocean. You had better keepe him aliue to light Tobacco-pipes▪ or to sweepe chimneys. Act thou not gone, nay then ile send thy soule, Before thee, 'twill do thy message sooner (tiffe, tiffe.) Hercules, Hercules, Hercules? do not you heare Omphal Hearke how she calles you, hearke? Tis shee indeed I know her suged voice? Omphale deare Command resse of my life My thoughts repose, sweet Center of my cares Where all my hopes, and best desires take rest. Lo! where the mighty Sonne of Iupiter Throwes himselfe Capture at your conquering feete Do not disdaine my voluntary humblenesse. Accept my seruice, blesse me with commanding, I will performe the hardest imposition And run through twelue newe labours for thy sake, Omphale deare▪ ommandresse of my life. Do you not see how she beckons to you to follow her? Looke how she her distaffe, looke you? Where is she gone, that I may follow her? Omphal stay, stay, take thy Hercules! There there man, you are right. What a strange temper are the Senses in? How come their witts thus topsie turme turn'd? Hercules Tactus, Visus Polypheme, Two goodly surnames haue they purchased: By the rare Ambrosian of an Oyste ie; They haue got such proud imaginatious, That I could wish I were mad for company: But since my fortunes cannot stretch so high, Ile rest contented with this wise estate. What more anger? Auditus got abroad too. Take this abuse at base Olfactus hands? What did he challenge me to meete me here, And is not come? well Ile proclaime the slaue, The vilest dastard that ere broke his word; But stay yonder's Appetitus. I pray you Auditus, what ailes you? Ha, ha! What ailes you? Ha! what saist thou? Who hath abus'd you thus? Why do'st thou whisper thus? Canst not speake out? Sae me I had cleane forgotten; why are you so angry Auditus Bite vs, who dare bite vs? I talke of no bitting, I say whats the matter betweene Olfactus and you? Will Olsactus bite mee? do if he dares, would he would meete me here according to his promise: Mine eares are somwhat thicke of late, I pray thee speake out lowder.