Lingua, or, The combat of the tongue, and the five senses for superiority a pleasant comoedy.

ACT. 1. SCEN. 5.

TACTUS, in a dark coloured Sattin mantle over a pair of silk Basis, a Garland of Bayes mixt with white and red Roses, upon a black Grogram, a Faul∣chion, wrought sleeves, Buskins, &c.

MENDACIO. TACTUS.

MEN.

Now chast Diana grant my Nets to hold!

TACT.

The blasting Childhood of the cheerful morn Is almost grown a youth and over-climbes Yonder gilt Eastern hills, about which time, Gustus most earnestly importuned me, To meet him here abouts, what cause I know not.

MEN.

You shall do shortly to your cost I hope.

TACT.

Sure by the Sunne it should be Nine a clock.

MEN.

What a Star-gazer, will you nere look down?

TACT.

Cleer is the Sunne and blew the Firmament, Me thinks the Heavens do smile.

Tactus Sneezeth.

—MEN.

At thy mishap. To look so high and stumble in a trap.

Tactus stumbleth at the Robe and Crown.

TAC.

High thoughts have slippry feet, I had well nie faln.

MEN.

Well doth he fall that riseth with a fall.

TACT.

What's this!

MEN.

O are you taken, 'tis in vain to strive.

TACT.

How now!

MEN.

You'l be so entangled straight.

TACT.

A Crown!

MEN.

That it will be heard.

TACT.

And a Robe!

MEN.

To lose your self.

TACT.

A Crown and a Robe.

MEN.

It had been fitter for you, to have found a Fools Coate and a Bable, hey, hey.

TAC.

Jupiter, Jupiter how came this here?

MEN.

O Sir Jupiter is making Thunder, he hears you not, here's one knowes better.

TAC.

'Tis wondrous rich, ha, but sure it is not so, ho, Do I not sleep and dream of this good luck, ha? No I am awake and feel it now Whose should it be?

He takes it up.

MEN.

Set up a Si quis for it.

TAC.

Mercury, All's mine own, here's none to cry half's mine.

MEN.

When I am gone.

Exit Mendacio▪