Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 46 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.77 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
How now? Is not Lingua bound sufficiently? I have more trouble to make one women in sleep, than all the world beside they be so full of tattle. Oh mine ears, mine ears, mine ears. Oh my nose, my nose, my nose, Leave, leave at length these base contentions, Olfactus let him go? Let him first lose my nose? Good Qu litus give over? IIe have his life that sought to kill me. Come, come I'll end this quarrel, bind him Crapula! Thanks Deianeira for thy kind remembrance, 'tis a fair shirt I'll wear it for thy sake. Somnus here's 〈◊〉 worse than all his sellowes Stay but a while and you shall see him rage! What will he do? see that he escapes us not! 'tis a good shirt, it fitt's me passing well, 'tis very warm indeed, but what's the matter. Me thinks I am somewhat hotter than I was, My heart beats faster than 'twas wont to do My brains inflamed, my temples ache extremely, oh, oh, Oh what a wildfire creeps among my bowels: Aetna's with in my breast, my marrow flies, And Tunes about my bones, oh my sides: My sides, my rains, my head my rains, my head; My heart, my heart, my liver, my liver, oh, I burn, I burn, I burn oh how I burn: With scorching heat of implacable fire, I burn extreme with flames unsufferable, Sure he doth but try how to act Hercules: Is it this shirt that boil me thus? oh heavens, It fires me worse, and heats more furiously Then loves dire thunderbolts; oh miserable, They bide less pain that bathe in Phlegeton; Could not the triple kingdom of the world, Heaven, earth and hell destroy great Hercul●? Could not the damned sprights of hateful Inno? Nor the great dangers of my labours kill me? Am I the mighty son of inpiter? And shall this poisoned linen thus consume me? Shall I be burnt? villains fly up to heaven, Bid 〈◊〉 muster up a troop of clouds, And shower down cataracts of rain to cool me? Or else I'll break her speckled bone in pieces? Will ●●e not? no she hates me like her mistress; Why then descend you rogues to the vile deep, Fetch. 〈◊〉 hither charge him bring the sea, To quench these flames, or else the world's fair frame: willbe in greater danger to be burnt, Then when proud Phaeton ruled the suns rich Chariot. I'll take that care the world shall not be burnt: If Somnus cords can hold you. What Vulcan's this that offers to enchain, A greater soldier than the God of Mars. He that each night with bloodless battle conquers, The proudest conqueror that triumphs by wars: Now Somnus there's but only one remaining, That was the author of these outrages. Who's that? is he under my Command? Yes, yes, yes, 'tis Appetitus; if you go that way, and look about those thickets, i'll go hither, and search this grove, I doubt not but to find him?
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Howe now? Is not Lingu bound sufficientlie? I haue more trouble to make one wom in sleepe, then all the world besides they be so full of tattle. Oh mine eares, mine eares, mine eares. Oh my nose, my nose, my nose, Leaue, leaue at length these base contentions, Olfactus let him go? Let him first loose my nose? Good u litus giue ouer? IIe haue his life that sought to kill mee. Come, come Ile end this quarrell, bind him Crapula! Thankes Deineira for thy kind remembrance, Tis a faire shirt Ile weare it for thy sake. Somnus heer's worse then all his sellowes Stay but a while and you shall see him rage! What will he do? see that hee scapes vs not! Tis a good shirt, it fitt's me passing well, Tis verie warme indeede, but whats the matter. Me thinkes I am some-what hotter then I was, My heart beates faster then twas wont to do My braines enflamed, my temples ake extreamely, oh, oh, Oh what a wild-fire creepes amonge my bowells: Atna's with in my breast, my marrowe fies, And unes about my bones, oh my sides: My sides, my raines, my head my raines, my head; My heart, my heart, my liuer, my liuer, oh, I burne, I burne, I burne oh how I burne: With scorching heate of implacable fire, I burne extreame with flames vnsufferable, Sure he doth but trie how to act Herules: Is it this shirt that boiles me thus? oh heauens, It fires me worse, and heates more furiously Then loues dire thunderbolts; oh miserable, They bide lesse paine that bathe in Phlegeton; Could not the triple kingdome of the world, Heauen, earth and hell destroie great Hercul? Could not the damned sprights of hatefull Inno? Nor the great daungers of my labours kill me? Am I the mighty sonne of inper? And shall this poisned linnen thus consume me? Shall I be burnt? villaines sie vp to heauen, Bid mster vp a troupe of cloudes, And shower downe cataacts of raine to coole me? Or elce Ile breake her speckled boe in peeces? Will e not? no she hates mee like her mistris; Why then descend you roagues to the vile deepe, Fch. hether charge him bring the sea, To quenc these flames, or else the worlds faire frame: Wilbe in greater danger to be burnt, Then when proud Phaeton ruld the Sunnes rich Chariot. Ile take that care the world shall not be burnt: If Somnus cords can hold you. What Vulcan's this that offers to inchaine, A greater souldier then the God of Mars. He that each night with bloudlesse battell conquers, The proudest conquerour that triumphs by warrs: Now Somnus there's but onely one remayning, That was the author of these outrages. Who's that? is he vnder my Command? Yes, yes, yes, tis Appetitus; if you go that way, and looke about those thickets, ile go hither, and search this groue, I doubt not but to finde him?