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My Lord, here's a fat rascal was lurking in a bush very suspitiously, his name he saies is Crapula.
Sirrah, speak quickly what you know of these troubles.
Nothing my Lord, but that the Senses were mad, and that Somnus at my request laid them a sleep, in hope to recover them.
Why then tis too evident, Acrasia at Lingua's request, bewitcht the Senses, wake her quickly Heuresis.
Heigh ho, out alas, aye me, where am I? how came I here? where am I? ah.
Lingua look not so strangely upon the matter, you have confest in your sleep, that with a Crown, and a Robe, you have disturb'd the Senses, using a crafty help to enrage them, can you deny it?
Aye mee, most miserable wretch, I be∣seech your Lordship forgive me.
No, no, tis a fault unpardonable.
In my conceit Lingua, you should seal up your lips, when you go to bed, these Feminine tongues be so glib.
Visus, Tactus, and the rest, our for∣mer sentence concerning you, we confirm as irre∣vocable, and establish the Crown to you Visus, and the Robe to you Tactus, but as for you Lingua —
Let me have mine own, howsoever you determine, I beseech you.
That may not be, your goods are fallen into our hands, my sentence cannot be re∣call'd, you may see, those that seek what is not theirs, oftentimes loose what's their own: There∣fore Lingua granting you your life, I commit you to close Prison, in Gustus his house, and charge
you Gustus, to keep her under the custody of two strong dores, and every day till she come to 80. years of age, see she be well guarded with 30. tall watchmen, without whose license she shall by no means wag abroad; nevertheless use her Lady∣like, according to her estate.
I pray you my Lord ad this to the judgement, that whensoever she obtaineth license to walk abroad, in token the Tongue was the cause of her offence, let her wear a velvet hood, made just in the fashion of a great Tongue, in my conceit 'tis a very pritty Embleme of a Woman.
My Lord, she hath a vild boy to her Page, a chief agent in this Treason, his name's Mendacio.
Ha? well, I will inflict this punish∣ment on him for this time, let him be soundly whipt, and ever after though he shall strengthen his speeches with the sinews of Truth, yet none shall believe him.
In my imagination my Lord, the Day is dead to the great toe, and in my conceit it growes dark, by which I conjecture it will be cold; and therefore in my fancy, and opinion, 'tis best to repair to our Lodgings.