Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 48 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Rebels against me scorn my great command: And when dark night from her bedewy wings, Drops sleepy silence to the eyes of all, They only wake, and with unwearied toil, Labour to find the Via lactea, That leads to the heaven of immortality, And by the lofty to towering of their mind, Fledged with the feathers of a learned muse, They raise themselves unto the highest pitch, Marrying base earth and heaven in a thought; But thus I punish their rebellion, Their industry was never yet rewarded, Better to sleep then wake, and toil for nothing. So ' ho Rocwood, so ho Rocwood, Rocwood, your Organ, hay Chanter, Chanter, by 〈◊〉 head-tire it's a very deep mouthed dog, a most admirable cry of hounds, look here, again, again, there, there, ah wa●e counter. Do you see the full Moon yonder, and not the man in it, why me thinks 'tis too, too evident, I see his dog very plain, and look you, just under his tail is a Thorn bush of Furs. 'Twill make a fine toothpick: that Larks he'll there, o do not burn it. Boy, Heuresis, what think'st thou I think, when I think nothing? And it please you sir, I think you are devising how to answer a man that asks you nothing. Well guessed boy, but yet thou mistookst it, for I was thinking of the constancy of women, Beware sirrah, take heed, I doubt me there's some wild Boar lodged here about? how now? me thinks these be the Senses, ha? in my conceit the elder brother of death has kissed them. Oh, oh, oh, I am stabbed, I am stabbed, hold your hand, oh, oh, oh. How now? do they talk in their sleep? are they not awake Heuresis? No questionless, they be all fast a sleep. Eat not too many of those Apples, they be very sl●tiue? Foh, foh, beat out this Dog hear, foh, was it you Appetitus? In faith it was most sweetly wound, whosoever it was, the warble is very good, and the horn is excellent? Put on man, put on, keep your head warm, 'tis cold. Ha, ha, ha, ha, st, Heuresis, stir not sirrah. Shut the door, the pot runs over, sirrah Cook that will be a sweet pasty, if you nibble the venison so? Say you so, is a Marrow Pie the Helena of meats? give meet, if I play not Paris hang me, Boy a clean Trencher? Serve up, serve up, this is a fat Rabbit, would I might have the maidenhead of it, come give me the fish there, who hath meddled with these maids? ha? Fie, shut your Snuffers doser for shame, 'tis the worst smell that can be. O the cramp, the cramp, the cramp, my leg, my leg. I must abroad presently, reach me my best Necklace presently. Ah Lingua are you there? Here take this Rope, and I'll help the leader close with the second Bell: Fie, fie, there is a goodly peal clean spoiled.
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Rebels against me scorne my great command: And when darke night from her bedewy wings, Drops sleepie silence to the eyes of all, They onely wake, and with vnwearied toile, Labour to finde the Via lacea, That leads to the heauen of immortallitie, And by the loftie to towring of their minde, Fledgd with the feathers of a learned muse, They raise themselues vnto the highest pitch, Marrying base earth and heauen in a thought; But thus I punish their rebellion, Their industrie was neuer yet rewarded, Better to sleepe then wake, and toile for nothing. So' ho Rocwood, so ho Rocwood, Rocwood, your Organ, hay Chanter, Chanter, by hed-tyre it's a very deepe mouth'd dogge, a most admirable crie of hounds, looke here, againe, againe, there, there, ah wae counter. Do you see the full Moone yonder, and not the man in it, why me thinkes 'tis too, too euident, I see his dogge very plaine, and looke you, iust vnder his taile is a Thorne bush of Furres. 'Twill make a fine tooth-pick: that Larkes heele there, ô do not burne it. Boy, Heuresis, what think'st thou I thinke, when I thinke nothing? And it please you sir, I thinke you are deuising how to answer a man that askes you nothing. Well gest boy, but yet thou mistookst it, for I was thinking of the constancie of women, Beware sirra, take heede, I doubt me there's some wild Boare lodged here about? how now? mee thinkes these be the Senses, ha? in my conceit the elder brother of death has kist them. Oh, oh, oh, I am stabd, I am stab'd, holde your hand, oh, oh, oh. How now? doe they talke in their sleepe? are they not awake Heuresis? No questionlesse, they be all fast a sleepe. Eate not too many of those Apples, they bee very sltiue? Foh, foh, beate out this Dogge heare, foh, was it you Appetitus? In faith it was most sweetly winded, whosoeuer it was, the warble is very good, and the horne is excellent? Put on man, put on, keepe your head warme, 'tis cold. Ha, ha, ha, ha, st, Heuresis, stirre not sirra. Shut the doore, the potte runnes ouer, sirra Cooke that will be a sweete Pastie, if you nibble the venison so? Say you so, is a Marrow Pye the Helena of meates? giue meet, if I playe not Paris hang mee, Boye a cleane Trencher? Serue vp, serue vp, this is a fatte Rabbet, would I might haue the maiden-head of it, come giue me the ish there, who hath medled with these maides? ha? Fie, shut your Snuffers doser for shame, 'tis the worst smell that can be. O the crampe, the crampe, the crampe, my legge, my legge. I must abroad presently, reach mee my best Necklace presently. Ah Lingua are you there? Here take this Rope, and Ile helpe the leader close with the second Bell: Fie, fie, there is a goodly peale cleane spoilde.