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.
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Tomkis, Thomas, fl. 1604-1615.
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At London :: Printed by G. Eld, for Simon Waterson,
1607.
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"Lingua: or The combat of the tongue, and the fiue senses for superiority A pleasant comœdie." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A13804.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2025.
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ACT. 5. SCEN. 13.
GVSTVS with a voiding knife in his hand, SOMNVS, LIN∣GVA,
VISVS.
GVST.
Who cries out murder! What a woman slaine?My Ladie ••ing••a dead? oh Heauens iniustCan you behold this fact, this bloudie fact!And shower not fire vpon the murderer?Ah peerelesse Lingua mistresse of heauenly words,Sweete tongue of eloquence, the life of fame,Heart's dea••e enchauntresse▪ what disaster fatesHaue reft this Iewell from our common-wealth.Gustus the rubie that adornes thy ringe,
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Loe heere defect, how shalt thou lead thy daies,Wanting the sweete Companion of thy life.But in darke sorrowe and dull melancholie,But ••taie? whose this? inhumane wretch:Blou••-••hi••stie miscreant, is this thy handie worke?To kill a woman, a harmelesse Ladie?Villaine prepare thy selfe drawe, or ile sheath my faucheon in
thy sides.There take the guerdon fit sor murderers.
Gustus offers to runne at Somnus but beeing
sudd••nly charmed fall's a sleepe.
SOM.
Heer's such a stirre I neuer knewe the Senses in such
disorder.
LING.
Ha, ha, ha; M••nd••cio, Mendicio? See how Visus
hath broke his fore-head against the oake yonder, ha, ha, ha,
ha.
SOM.
Howe now? Is not Lingu•• bound sufficientlie? I haue
more trouble to make one wom in sleepe, then all the world be∣sides
they be so full of tattle.
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