LIN. I prythee do, do.
MEN. My lord, the report is that Mercury, coming late into this country, in this very place left a coronet with this inscription, that the best of the five should have it, which the Senses thinking to belong unto them—
LIN. Challenge each other, and are now in arms, and't like your lordship.
COM. SEN. I protest it likes not me.
LIN. Their battles are not far hence; ready ranged.
COM. SEN. O monstrous presumption! what shall we do?
MEM. My lord, in your great grandfather's time there was, I remember, such a breach amongst them; therefore my counsel is that, after his example, by the strength of your authority you convene them before you.
COM. SEN. Lingua, go presently; command the Senses, upon their allegiance to our dread sovereign Queen Psyche, to dismiss their companies, and personally to appear before me without any pretence of excuse.
LIN. I go, my lord.
PHA. But hear you, madam? I pray you, let your Tongue's page[229] walk with us a little, till you return again.