Lingva : Or The Combat of the Tongue, And the fiue Senses For Superiority A pleasant Comoedie |
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 | Lingva : Or The Combat of the Tongue, And the fiue Senses For Superiority |  |
SCENA. 2.
Mendacio, Crapvla, Appetitvs crying.Mend.
What's this Crapula beating Appetitus out of dores?
ha!
Crap.
You filthie long Crane, you meager slaue, will you kil
our guests with blowing continuall hunger in them? (tiffe, toffe,
tiffe, toffe) the Senses haue ouercharged their stomackes already,
and you Sirra serue them vp a fresh appetite with euerie newe
dish, they had burst their gutts if thou hadd'st staied but a
thought longer? (tiffe, toffe, tiffe, toffe,) bee gon or ile set thee away,
begon ye gnawe-bone, raw-bone, rascal.
Mend.
Then my deuise is cleane spoiled. Appetitus should
haue beene as the bowle to present this medecine to the Senses,
and now Crapula hath beaten him out of dores? what shall
I doe?
Crap.
Away Sirra, (tiff toff, tiff. &c.
App.
Well Crapula, well, I haue deserued better at your
hands then so, I was the man you knowe first brought you into
Gustus his seruice, I lin'd your gutts there, and you vse me thus?
but grease a fat sowe, &c.
Crap.
Do'st thou talke (tiff, toff) hence, hence tiff, tiff, hence
auaunt curre, auaunt you dogge!
App.
The belching gor-bellie hath wellnigh kill'd me; I am
shut out of dores finely, well this is my comfort, I may walke
now in libertie my owne pleasure.
Mend.
Appetitus, Appetitus!
App.
Ah Mendacio, Mendacio,
Mend.
Why how now man, how now? how ist (canst not
speake.
Faith I am like a bag-pipe, that neuer sound's but when
the bellie is full.
Mend.
Thou emptie, and com'st from a feast.
App.
From a fray I tell thee Mendacio. I am now iust like
the Ewe that gaue sucke to a wolfes whelpe. I haue nurst vp my
fellowe Crapula so longe, that hee's growne strong enough to
beate me.
Mend.
And whither wilt thou go, now thou art banish't out
of seruice?
App.
Faith Ile trauell to some College or other in an Vniuersitie.
Mend.
Why so?
App.
Because Appetitus is well beloued among'st Schollers,
for there I can dine and suppe with them & rise againe as good
friends as we sate downe, Ile thither questionles.
Mend.
Hear'st thou? giue me thy hand; by this hand I loue
thee; go too then, thou shalt not forsake thy maisters thus, I say
thou shalt not.
App.
Alas I am verie loth; but how should I helpe it?
Mend.
Why take this bottle of wine, come on, go thy waies
to them againe.
App.
Ha, ha, ha, what good will this doe?
Mend.
This is the Nepenthe that reconciles the God's: doe
but let the Senses tast of it, and feare not, theile loue thee as well
as euer they did.
App.
I pray thee where had'st it?
Mend.
My Ladie gaue it me to bring her: Mercury stale it
from Hebe for her: thou knowest there were som iarres betwixt
her and thy maisters, & with this drinke she would gladlie wash
out all the reliques of their disagreement: Nowe because I loue
thee, thou shalt haue the grace of presenting it to them and so
come in fauour againe.
App.
It smelles well I would faine begin to them;
Mend.
Nay staie no longer least they haue supp't before
thou come.
App.
Mendacio, howe shall I requite thy infinite curtesie.
Men.
Nay praie thee leaue, go catch occasion by the foretop,
Lingua in the eare, and tell her of it.
App.
I will, I will, I will, Adue, adue, adue,
Exit Appeti.
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