 | Lingva : Or The Combat of the Tongue, And the fiue Senses For Superiority
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SCENA. 3.
Mendacio solus.
Men.
Why this is better then I could haue wisht it,
Fortune I thinke is falne in loue with me,
Answering so right mine expectation.
By this time Appetite is at the Table.
And with a lowly Cringe presents the Wine,
To his olde Maister Gustus, now he takes it,
And drinkes perchance to Lingua, she craftily
Kisses the Cup, but lets not downe a drop,
And giues it to the rest; 'tis sweet, theile swallow it,
But when 'tis once descended to the stomack,
And sends vp noisome vapours to the braine,
'Twill make them swagger gallantly, theile rage
Most strangely, or Acrasias Art deceiues her,
When if my Lady stirre her nimble tongue,
And closely sowe contentious words amongst them,
O what a stabbing there will be? what bleeding?
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