Lingua: or The combat of the tongue, and the fiue senses for superiority A pleasant comœdie.

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Lingua: or The combat of the tongue, and the fiue senses for superiority A pleasant comœdie.
Author
Tomkis, Thomas, fl. 1604-1615.
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At London :: Printed by G. Eld, for Simon Waterson,
1607.
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ACTVS. 2. SCENA. 3.
COMMVNIS SENSVS, a graue man in a Black veluet cassocke like a Councellor, speakes comming out of the dore.
COMMVNIS SENSVS. PHANTASTES.
COM. S.

I cannot stay, I tell you 'tis more then time I were at Court, I know my soueraine Psyche hath expected me this houre

PHA.

In good time, yonder comes Common-sense, I imagine it should be he by his voice.

COM. S.

Craue my counsell, tell me what maner of man he is? can he entertaine a man into his house, can he hold his Veluet Cap in one hand, and vale his bonnet with the other? knowes he how to become a Scarlet gowne, hath he a paire of fresh posts at his doore?

PHA.

Hee's about some hasty State-matters, he talkes of posts me thinkes.

COM. S.

Can hee part a couple of Dogges brawling in the streete? why then choose him Mayorvpon my credit, heele proue a wise officer.

PHA.

Saue you my Lord, I haue attended your leisure this houre.

COM S.

Fye vpon't what a toile haue I had to choose them a Mayor yonder? there's a fustie Currier will haue this man: thee's a Chandlor wipes his nose on his sleeue, and sweares it shall not bee so. There's a Musterd-maker lookes as keene as Viniger will haue another: O this many headed multitude, it's a hard matter to please them.

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PHA.

Especially where the multitude is so well headed. But I pray you where's Maister Memory? hath hee forgotten him∣selfe that he is not here.

COM. SEN.

'Tis high time he were at Court, I would he would come.

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