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

ACT. 5. SCENA. 6.

VISVS, APPETITVS. MENDATIO.

VIS.

O that I could but finde the villaine Outis, Outis the v••llaine, that thus blinded mee.

MEN.

Who is this? Visus?

AP.

I, I, I, otherwise called Polyphemus.

VIS:

By heauens bright Sunne, the dayes most glorious eye,

That lightneth all the world but Polypheme, And by myne eye that once was answerable Vnto that Sunne, but now's extinguished.

MEN.

He can see to sweare mee thinkes?

VIS.

I•• I but once lay hands vpon the slaue, That thus hath rob'd mee of my dearest tewell, Ile rend the Milcreant into a thousand peeces. And gnash his trembling members 'twixt my teeth, Drinking his liue-warme blood to satissie, The boyling thirst of paine and surio••snesse, That thus exasperates great Pol••pheme.

MEN.

'Pray thee Appetitus see how hee graspes for that hee would be loath to ••inde.

AP.

What's that? a stumbling block?

VIS,

T••ese hands, that wh••lom tote vp sturdy Oakes, And rent the rock that dasht out Acis braines, Both in the stole-blisse of my Galate••, Serue now (ô misery) to no better vse, But for bad guides to my vnskilfull feete. Neuer accustomed thus to be directed.

MEN.

As I am a rogue, hee wants nothing but a wheele, to make him the true picture of Fortune; how saist? what shall we play at blind-man-buffe with him?

AP.

I if thou wilt, but first ile trie whether he can see!

VIS.

Find me out Outis, search the rocks, and woods, The hil••es and dales, and all the Coast's adioyning. That I may haue him, and reuenge my wrong,

AP.

Visus mee thinkes your eyes are well enough.

VIS.

What's hee that calles mee Visus? do'st not know.

(They run about him, playing with him, and abusing him.)

AP.

To him Mendatio, to him, to h••n.

MEN.

There, there Appetitus, hee comes, he comes; ware wa••e, he comes, ha, ha, ha, ha,

(Visus stambles falles downe, and sits still,