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

ACTVS. 5. SCENA. 17.

The ••iue Senses, LINGVA, APPETITVS, all a sleepe, and dreaming, PHANTASTES, HEVRESIS.

AVD.

So' ho Rocwood, so ho Rocwood, Rocwood, your Or∣gan, 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 wa••e counter.

VIS.

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.

GVS.

'Twill make a fine tooth-pick: that Larkes heele there, ô do not burne it.

PHA.

Boy, Heuresis, what think'st thou I thinke, when I thinke nothing?

HEV.

And it please you sir, I thinke you are deuising how to answer a man that askes you nothing.

PHA.

Well gest boy, but yet thou mistookst it, for I was thinking of the constancie of women,

(Ap••titus snoares alowd.

Beware sirra, take heede, I doubt me there's some wild Boare lodged here about? how now? mee thinkes these be the Sen∣ses, ha? in my conceit the elder brother of death has kist them.

TAC.

Oh, oh, oh, I am stabd, I am stab'd, holde your hand, oh, oh, oh.

PHA.

How now? doe they talke in their sleepe? are they not awake Heuresis?

HEV.

No questionlesse, they be all fast a sleepe.

GVST.

Eate not too many of those Apples, they bee very sl••tiue?

OLF.

Foh, foh, beate out this Dogge heare, foh, was it you Appetitus?

AVD.

In faith it was most sweetly winded, whosoeuer it was, the warble is very good, and the horne is excellent?

TAC.

Put on man, put on, keepe your head warme, 'tis cold.

PHA.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, st, Heuresis, stirre not sirra.

App.

Shut the doore, the potte runnes ouer, sirra Cooke that will be a sweete Pastie, if you nibble the venison so?

GVST.

Say you so, is a Marrow Pye the Helena of meates? giue meet, if I playe not Paris hang mee, Boye a cleane Trencher?

APP.

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?

OLE.

Fie, shut your Snuffers doser for shame, 'tis the worst smell that can be.

TAC.

O the crampe, the crampe, the crampe, my legge, my legge.

LING.

I must abroad presently, reach mee my best Neck∣lace

presently.

PHA.

Ah Lingua are you there?

AVD.

Here take this Rope, and Ile helpe the leader close with the second Bell: Fie, fie, there is a goodly peale cleane spoilde.

VIS.

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.

TAC.

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.

VIS.

Hai, rett, rett, rett, now bird, now,—looke about that bush, she trust her thereabout,—here she is, ware wing Cater, ware wing, auaunt.

LING.

Mum, mum, mum, mum.

PHA.

st, sirra take heede you wake her not.

HEV.

I knowe sir shee is fast a sleepe, for her mouth is shutte.

LING.

This 'tis, to venture vpon such vncertainties, to loose so rich a Crowne to no end, well, well.

PHA.

Ha, ha, ha, wee shall here auon, where shee lost her

maiden-head, st, boy, my Lord Vicegerent, and Maister Regi∣ster are hard by, runne quickly, tell them of this accident, wish them come softly.

Exit Heuresis.

LING.

Mendatio neuer talke farther, I doubt'tis past re∣couery, and my Robe likewise, I shall neuer haue them againe, well, well.

PHA.

How? her Crowne, and her Roabe, neuer recouer them? hum, wast not said to bee left by Memory? ha? I con∣iecture here's some knauery-fast lockt with sleepe, in good faith. Was that Crowne and Garment yours L••ngua?

LING.

I marry were they, and that some body hath felt, and shall feele more, if I liue.

PHA.

O strange, she answers in her sleepe to my question, but how come the Senses to striue for it?

LING

Why, I laide vpon purpose in their way, that they might fall together by the eares.

PHA.

What a strange thing is this?