Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 49 of 51
Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals) comedy; allegory unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
I'll lay my life that Gentlewoman is painted: well. well I know it, mark but her nose, do you not see the complexion crack out, I must confess 'tis a good picture. Ha, ha, ha, fie, I pray you leave, you tickle me so, oh, ah, ha, ha, take away your hands I cannot endure, ah you tickle me, ah, ha, ha, ha, ah. Hai, rett, rett, rett, now bird, now,— look about that bush, she trust her thereabout,— here she is, wore wing Cater, aware wing, avaunt. Mum, mum, mum, mum. st, sirrah take heed you wake her not. I know sir she is fast a sleep, for her mouth is shut. This 'tis, to venture upon such uncertainties, to lose so rich a Crown to no end, well, well. Ha, ha, ha, we shall here avon, where she lost her maidenhead, st, boy, my Lord Vicegerent, and Master Register are hard by, run quickly, tell them of this accident, wish them come softly. Mendatio never talk farther, I doubt'tis past recovery, and my rob likewise, I shall never have them again, well, well. How? her Crown, and her Robe, never recover them? hum, wast not said to be left by Memory? ha? I conjecture here's some knavery-fast locked with sleep, in good faith. Was that Crown and Garment yours Lingua? I marry were they, and that some body hath felt, and shall feel more, if I live. O strange, she answers in her sleep to my question, but how come the Senses to strive for it? Why, I laid upon purpose in their way, that they might fall together by the ears. What a strange thing is this? st, my Lord, softly, softly, here's the notablest piece of treason discovered, how say you Lingu. set all the Senses at odds, she hath confessed it to me in her sleep. Is't possible Master Register? did you ever know any talk in their sleep? I remember my Lord many have done so very oft, but women are troubled, especially with this talking disease, many of them have I heard answer in their dreams, and tell what they did all day awake. By the same token, there was a wanton maid, that being asked by her Mother, what such a one did with her so late one night in such a room, she presently said, that— Peace you wild rake hell, is such a jest fit for this company, no more I say sirrah. My Lord will you believe your own ears, you shall hear her answer me, as directly and truly as my be. Lingua, what did you with the Crown and garments. I'll tell thee Mendacio. She thinks Mendacio speaks to her, mark now, mark how truly she will answer: what say you Madam? I say Phantastes is a foolish transparent gull; a mere fanatic nupson in my imagination not worthy to sit as a judges assistant. Ha, ha, ha, how truly and directly she answers. Faugh, faugh, she dreams now she knows not what she says, I try her once again: Madam? what remedy can you have for your great losses?
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Ile lay my life that Gentlewoman is painted: well. well I know it, marke but her nose, doe you not see the complection crack out, I must confesse 'tis a good picture. Ha, ha, ha, fie, I pray you leaue, you tickle me so, oh, ah, ha, ha, take away your hands I cannot indure, ah you tickle me, ah, ha, ha, ha, ah. Hai, rett, rett, rett, now bird, now,—looke about that bush, she trust her thereabout,—here she is, ware wing Cater, ware wing, auaunt. Mum, mum, mum, mum. st, sirra take heede you wake her not. I knowe sir shee is fast a sleepe, for her mouth is shutte. This 'tis, to venture vpon such vncertainties, to loose so rich a Crowne to no end, well, well. Ha, ha, ha, wee shall here auon, where shee lost her maiden-head, st, boy, my Lord Vicegerent, and Maister Register are hard by, runne quickly, tell them of this accident, wish them come softly. Mendatio neuer talke farther, I doubt'tis past recouery, and my Robe likewise, I shall neuer haue them againe, well, well. How? her Crowne, and her Roabe, neuer recouer them? hum, wast not said to bee left by Memory? ha? I coniecture here's some knauery-fast lockt with sleepe, in good faith. Was that Crowne and Garment yours Lngua? I marry were they, and that some body hath felt, and shall feele more, if I liue. O strange, she answers in her sleepe to my question, but how come the Senses to striue for it? Why, I laide vpon purpose in their way, that they might fall together by the eares. What a strange thing is this? st, my Lord, softly, softly, here's the notablest peece of treason discouered, how say you Lingu. set all the Senses at ods, she hath confest it to me in her sleepe. Ist possible Maister Register? did you euer know any talke in their sleepe? I remember my Lord many haue done so very oft, but women are troubled, especially with this talking disease, many of them haue I heard answer in their dreames, and tell what they did all day awake. By the same token, there was a wanton maide, that being askt by her Mother, what such a one did with her so late one night in such a roome, she presently said, that— Peace you vilde rake hell, is such a iest fitte for this company, no more I say sirra. My Lord will you belieue your owne eares, you shall heare her answere me, as directly and truely as my be. Lingua, what did you with the Crowne and garments. Ile tell thee Mendac. Shee thinkes Mendacio speakes to her, marke nowe, marke howe truely shee will answere: what say you Madame? I say Phantastes is a foolish transparent gull; a meere fanatick nupson in my immagination not worthie to it as a Iudges assistant. Ha, ha, ha, howe truely and directly shee answeres. Faw, faw, she dreames now she knowes not what shee saies, I trie her once againe: Madame? what remedie can you haue for your greate losses?