Volume Ix Part 92 (2/2)
COM. SEN. Lingua, look not so strangely upon the matter; you have confessed in your sleep, that with a crown and a robe you have disturbed the Senses, using a crafty help to enrage them: can you deny it?
LIN. Ah me, most miserable wretch! I beseech your lords.h.i.+p forgive me.
COM. SEN. No, no, 'tis a fault unpardonable.
[_He consults with_ MEMORY.
PHA. In my conceit, Lingua, you should seal up your lips when you go to bed, these feminine tongues be so glib.
COM. SEN. Visus, Tactus, and the rest, our former sentence concerning you we confirm as irrevocable, and establish the crown to you, Visus, and the robe to you, Tactus; but as for you, Lingua--
LIN. Let me have mine own, howsoever you determine, I beseech you.
COM. SEN. That may not be: your goods are fallen into our hands; my sentence cannot be recalled: you may see, those that seek what is not theirs, oftentimes lose what's their own: therefore, Lingua, granting you your life, I commit you to close prison in Gustus's house, and charge you, Gustus, to keep her under the custody of two strong doors, and every day, till she come to eighty years of age, see she be well-guarded with thirty tall watchmen, without whose licence she shall by no means wag abroad. Nevertheless, use her ladylike, according to her estate.
PHA. I pray you, my lord, add this to the judgment--that, whensoever she obtaineth licence to walk abroad, in token the tongue was the cause of her offence, let her wear a velvet hood, made just in the fas.h.i.+on of a great tongue. In my conceit, 'tis a very pretty emblem of a woman.
TAC. My lord, she hath a wild boy to her page, a chief agent in this treason: his name's Mendacio.
COM. SEN. Ha! well, I will inflict this punishment on him for this time: let him be soundly whipped, and ever after, though he shall strengthen his speeches with the sinews of truth, yet none shall believe him.
PHA. In my imagination, my lord, the day is dead to the great toe, and in my conceit it grows dark, by which I conjecture it will be cold; and therefore, in my fancy and opinion, 'tis best to repair to our lodgings.
[_Exeunt omnes, praeter_ ANAMNESTES _et_ APPEt.i.tUS.
SCAENA VIGESSIMA.
ANAMNESTES, APPEt.i.tUS, _asleep in a corner_.
ANA. What's this? a fellow whispering so closely with the earth? so ho, so ho, Appet.i.tus? faith, now I think Morpheus himself hath been here.
Up, with a pox to you; up, you lusk[324]? I have such news to tell thee, sirrah: all the Senses are well, and Lingua is proved guilty: up, up, up; I never knew him so fast asleep in my life. [APPEt.i.tUS _snorts_.]
Nay, then, have at you afresh. [_Jogs him_.
APP. Jog me once again, and I'll throw this whole mess of pottage into your face; cannot one stand quiet at the dresser for you.
ANA. Ha, ha, ha! I think 'tis impossible for him to sleep longer than he dreams of his victuals. What, Appet.i.tus, up quickly: quickly up, Appet.i.tus, quickly, sirrah. [_Jogs him_.
APP. I'll come presently; but I hope you'll stay till they be roasted: will you eat them raw?
ANA. Roasted? ha, ha, ha, ha! up, up, up, away!
APP. Reach the sauce quickly; here's no sugar: whaw, whaw, O, O, O!
ANA. What, never wake? [_Jogs him_.] Wilt never be? Then I must try another way, I see.
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