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SCENA. 5.
Lingva. Mendacio. Com. Sen. and the rest.Ling.
Faine thy selfe in great hast.
Men.
I warrant you Madam: I doubt 'tis in vaine to runne,
by this they are all past ouer-taking.
Com. Sen.
Is not this Lingua that is in such hast?
Ph.
Yes, yes stand still.
Men.
I must speake with him.
Com. Sen.
With whom?
Men.
Assure your selfe they are all at Court ere this.
Ling.
Runne after them, for vnlesse he know it—
Com. Sen.
Lingua.
Ling.
O ist your Lordship: I beseech you pardon me hast,
and feare, I protest put out mine eyes: I lookt so long for you,
that I knew not when I had found you.
Pha.
In my conceit, that's like the man that inquired, who
saw his Asse, when himselfe ridde on him.
Ling.
O my heart beates so, fie, fie, fie, fie,
Men.
I am so weary, fo, fo, fo, fo.
Com. Sen.
I prethee Lingua make an end.
Ling.
Let mee begin first I beseech you, but if you will
needs haue the end first, thus 'tis. The common-wealth of Microsme
at this instant, suffers the pangs of death, 'tis gasping for
breath. Will you haue all? 'tis poisned.
What Pothecary durst be so bold as make such a confection:
ha what poison ist?
Ling.
A golden Crowne.
Mem.
I mistake, or els Galen in his booke De sanitate tuenda,
commends gold as restoratiue.
Com. Sen.
Lingua expresse your selfe.
Men.
Madam if you want breath, let me helpe you out.
Ling.
I prethee do, do.
Men.
My Lord, the report is, that Mercurie comming late
into this country, in this very place, left a Coronet with this inscription,
that the best of the fiue should haue it, which the Senses
thinking to belong vnto them—
Ling.
Challenge each other, and are now in armes, and
'tlike your Lordship.
Com. Sen.
I protest it likes not me.
Ling.
Their battailes are not farre hence ready rang'd.
Com. Sen.
O monstrous presumption? what shall we do?
Mem.
My Lord, in your great Grand-fathers time, there
was I remember such a breach amongst them, therefore my
Counsell is, that after his example by the strength of your authoritie
you conuent them before you.
Com.
Lingua go presently, command the Senses vpon their
alleageance to our dread Soueraigne Queene Psyche, to dismisse
their companies, and personally to appeare before me without
any pretence of excuse.
Ling.
I go my Lord.
Ph.
But here you Madam, I pray you let your Pages tongue
walke with vs a little, till you returne againe.
Ling.
With all my heart.
Exit Lingua.
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