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

ACT. 5.

SCENA. 2.

MENDACIO, CRAPULA, APPETITUS crying.

MEND.

What's this Crapula beating Appeti∣tus out of dores? ha!

CRAP.

You filthy long Crane, you meager slave, will you kill our guests with blowing con∣tinuall hunger in them? (tiffe, toffe, tiffe, toffe) the Senses have overcharged their stomacks already, and you Sirra serve them up a fresh appetite with every new dish; they had burst their guts if thou hadst staid but a thought longer? (tiffe, toffe, tiffe, toffe,) be gon or Ile set thee away; begon ye gnaw-bone, raw-bone rascall.

MEND.

Then my devise is clean spoiled. Ap∣petitus should have been as the bowle to present this medicine to the Senses, and now Crapula hath beaten him out of doors? what shall I do?

CRAP.

Away Sirra, (tiff toff, tiff, &c.

AP.

Well Crapula, well, I have deserved better as your hands then so, I was the man you know first brought you into Gustus's service, I lin'd your guts there, and you use me thus? but grease a fat sow, &c.

CRAP.

Dost thou talk (tiff, toff) hence, hence tiff, tiff, hence avaunt curre, avaunt you dog!

Exit Crapula.

APP.

The belching gor-belly hath wel-nigh kil'd me: I am shut out of doors finely; well this is my comfort, I may walk now in liberty at my own pleasure.

MEND.

Appetitus, Appetitus!

AP.

Ah Mendacio, Mendacio.

MEND.

Why how now man, how now? how ist? canst not speak?

AP.

Faith I am like a bag-pipe, that never sounds but when the belly is full.

MEND.

Thou empty, and comest from a feast?

AP.

From a fray, I tell thee Mendacio. I am now just like the Ewe that gave suck to a Wolfs whelp. I have nurst up my fellow Crapula so long that he's grown strong enough to beat me.

MEND.

And whether wilt thou goe, now thou art banisht out of service?

AP.

Faith Ile travel to some Colledge or other in an University.

MEND.

Why so?

AP.

Because Appetitus is well beloved amongst Schollars, for there I can dine and sup with them, and rise again as good friends as we sat down, Ile thither questionless.

MEND.

Hear'st thou? give me thy hand, by this hand I love thee; goe to then, thou shalt not for∣sake thy masters thus, I say thou shalt not.

AP.

Alas I am very loth; but how shall I help it?

MEND.

Why take this bottle of wine, come on,

goe thy waies to them again.

AP.

Ha, ha, ha, what good will this doe?

MEND.

This is the Nepenthe that reconciles the Gods: do but let the Senses taste of it, and fear not, they'l love thee as well as ever they did.

AP.

I pray thee where hadst it?

MEND.

My Lady gave it me to bring her: Mercury stole it from Hell for her: thou knowest there were some jarres betwixt her and thy ma∣sters, and with this drink she would gladly wash out all the reliques of their agreement: Now be∣cause I love thee, thou shalt have the grace of pre∣senting it to them, and so come in favour again.

AP.

It smels well, I would fain begin to them.

MEND.

Nay stay no longer lest they have supt before thou come.

AP.

Mendacio, how shall I requite thy infinite curtesie?

MEND.

Nay, pray thee leave, go catch occasion by the foretop; but hearst thou? as soon as it is presented, round my Lady Lingua in the eare, and tell her of it.

AP.

I will, I will, I will; adue, adue, adue,

Exit Appetitus.