Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 44 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Ha ha ha ha this is sine i'faith: ha, ha, ha. Hear you, have you lost your ears at supper. Excellent cheer at supper I confess it: But when 'tis sauced with sour contentions, And breeds such quarrels 'tis intolerable, Pish, pish this is my question. Hath your supper spoiled your hearing? Hearing at supper, tell not me of hearing: But if thou saw'st Olfactus, bring me to him. I ask you whether you have lost your hearing? O dost thou hear them ring? what a grief is this Thus to be deaf, and lose such harmony? Wretched Auditus now shalt thou never here The pleasing changes that a well tuned Cord, Of trolling bells, will make, when they are true rung. here's a do indeed, I think he is mad, as well as drunk or deaf. Ha. What's that. I say you have made me hoarse with speaking so loud. Ha, what sayst thou of a creaking Croued? I am hoarse I tell you, and my head aches. Oh I understand thee! the first crowd was made of a horsehead 'tis true, the finding of a dead horsehead, Was the first invention of string instruments, Whence rose the Gitterme, vial, and the Lute: Though others think the Lute was first devised, In imitation of a Tortoise back Whose sinews parched by Apollo's beams, Echoed about the concave of the shell, And seeing the shortest and smallest gave shrillest sound, They found out frets whole sweet diversity (Well couched by the skilful learned fingers) Raiseth so strange a multitude of cords, Which their opinion many do confirm, Because Testudo signifies a Lute. But if I by no means.— Nay if you begin to critic once, we shall never have done. Somnus, good Somnus, sweet Somnus, come a pace! Hei-oh, oh, are you sure they be so? oho, ho, oho, hei, waw? What good can I do? ou, hoh, hawe. Why I tell you unless you help Soft son of night, right heir to Quietness, Labours repose, life's best restorative, Digestions careful Nurse, bloods Comforter, Wits help, thoughts charm, the stay of Microcosm, Sweet Somnus chiefest enemy to Care: My dearest friend, liftup thy lumpish head, Open thy dull eyes, shake of this drowsiness, Rouse up thyself. O Crapula, how now, how now, oh oh how whose there? Crapula speak quickly what's the matter? As I told you, the noble Senses peers of Microcosm; Will eft soon fall to ruin perpetual, Unless your ready helping hand recure them: Lately they banqueted at Gustus' table. And there fell mad, or drunk, I know not whether, So that it's doubtful in these outrageous fits, That these murder one another. Fear it not if they have scaped already, Bring me to them, or them to me, I'll quickly make them know the power, Of my large stretched authority, These copies of sleep wherewith I want to bind, The strongest arms that ere resisted me, Shall be the means, whereby I will correct The Senses outrage, and distemperature.
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Ha ha ha ha this is sine i'faith: ha, ha, ha. Heare you, haue you lost your eares at supper. Excellent cheare at supper I confesse it: But when 'tis sawc'd with sowre contentions, And breeds such quarrells 'tis intollerable, Pish, pish this is my question. Hath your supper spoild your hearing? Hearing at supper, tell not me of hearing: But if thou saw'st Olfactus, bring mee to him. I aske you whether you haue lost your hearing? O dost thou heare them ring? what a griefe is this Thus to be deafe, and loose such harmony? Wretched Auditus nowe shalt thou neuer here The pleasing changes that a well tun'd Corde, Of trowling bells, will make, when they are true rung. Heer's a do indeed, I thinke he is mad, as well as drunk or deafe. Ha. What's that. I say you haue made me hoarse with speaking so loude. Ha, what say'st thou of a creaking Crou'd? I am hoarce I tell you, and my head akes. Oh I vnderstand thee! the first croud was made of a horse-head Tis true, the sinding of a dead horse-head, Was the first inuention of string instruments, Whence rose the Gitterme, Viall, and the Lute: Though others thinke the Lute was first deuis'd, In imitation of a Tortesse back Whose sinewes parched by Apollo's beames, Ecchoed about the concaue of the shell, And seeing the shortest and smallest gaue shrillest sound, They found out frets whole sweet diuersity (Well couched by the skill-full learned fingers) Raiseth so strange a multitude of Cordes, Which their opinion many do conirme, Because Testudo signifyes a Lute. But if I by no meanes.— Nay if you begin to criticke once, wee shal neuer haue done. Somnus, good Somnus, sweet Somnus, come a pace! Hei-oh, oh, are you sure they be so? oho, ho, oho, hei, waw? What good can I do? ou, hoh, hawe. Why I tell you vnlesse you helpe Soft sonne of night, right heyre to Quietnesse, Labours repose, lifes best restoratiue, Digestions carefull Nurse, blouds Comforter, Wis helpe, thoughts charme, the stay of Microcosme, Sweet Somnus cheefest enemy to Care: My dearest friend, liftvp thy lumpish head, Ope thy dull eyes, shake of this drowsines, Rowse vp thy selfe. O Crapula, how now, how now, oh oh howe whose there? Crapula speake quickly what's the matter? As I told you, the noble Senses peeres of Microcosme; Will eft soone fall to ruine perpetuall, Vnlesse your readie helping hand recure them: Lately they banqueted at Gustus table. And there fell madde, or drunke, I know not whether, So that it's doubtfull in these outragious fits, That thee murther one another. Feare it not if they haue scapt already, Bring me to them, or them to me, Ie quickly make them know the power, Of my lage stretcht authoritie, These coes of sleepe wherewith I wont to bind, The strongest armes that ere resisted me, Shall be the meanes, whereby I will correct The Senses outrage, and distemperature.