Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
That is reward To virtue, and to vice it's punishment. The thought of it hath horror in't. I fell From height of goodness in forsaking thee, And must be punished. Why is it delayed? Inflict it straight; protraction makes it greater. Physander is forgiven. Reflect not back On thy past errors, but with sorrow's eyes, That may be guides to the prevention Of after ills. Distract me not with comforts. If justice hath no other instrument. I must and will be just unto myself. When I have felt a torment that doth equal Th' offence for which I suffer it, 'twill confirm me, Bellanima is satisfied. She is, And can expect no greater. Think on Fortitude. Be not dejected by a fear that's grounded On such a weak foundation. 'tis not th'appetite Of things that carry horror makes men valiant; But patient bearing of afflictions That are necessited. Can Fortitude Be without justice? justice without Fortitude Is perfect in itself. When I am just, Valour is useful. It begins to work; I'll prosecute the rest. What he intends For good, shall be inverted to my ends. dissuade me not Bellanima, I cannot Think the dimensions of thy goodness such, That it may be extended to remit So great an ill without its satisfaction. Then will I challenge thy forgiveness due When I have suffered punishment; I dare not Owe all unto thy gentleness. Resist This black temptation: thy ill Genius whispered it. 'Tis taught me here; justice instructs me in't. Yet when I feel the lashes of their snakes Hells judges do employ: when vultures gnaw My growing liver, and the restless wheel hurries my racked limbs, (for these torments are Less than my fault deserves,) I'll laugh at all, And with a scorn provoke the executioners Till they are tired; and whilst they take in breath, Contrive some yet unheard of. Fortitude Shall teach me to bear all, (their end being justice) With more delight, then when I did enjoy Pleasures with Sensuality. I'll try him. Hell's malice sometimes doth pretend that good Which Heaven instructs, to make distinguishable Their several acts. But like a ball that bounds According to the force with which 'twas thrown: So in afflictions violence he that's wise, The more he's cast down will the higher rise. Presume not yet Physander: thou art weak. Fear, so Pusillanimous, is better Than daring confidence. I will encounter With a whole host of deaths, though each were armed In all th'artillery that ever conquered Mortality; meet thunder if but warned That it is coming, and be fixed unmoved T'embrace the subtle fire, though one step Might guard me in a grove of Magic Bays Walled with hyena's skins. The apprehension Of horror shall not fright me, though presented In the most hideous shape conceit can paint. What apparition's this? or are ye Furies Sent to torment me? Speak, and satisfy My growing fears, which like an earthquake, when Pent air dilates itself with violence Do shake my trembling heart.
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That is reward To vrtue, and to vice it's punishment. The thought of it hath horrour in't. I fell From height of goodnesse in forsaking thee, And must be punisht. Why is it delayd? Inflict it straight; protraction makes it greater. Physander is forgiv'n. Reflect not back On thy past errours, but with sorrowes eyes, That may be guides to the prevention Of after ills. Distract me not with comforts. If justice hath no other instrument. I must and will be just unto my selfe. When I have felt a torment that doth equall Th' offence for which I suffer it, 'twill confirme me, Bellanima is satisfi'd. She is, And can expect no greater. Think on Fortitude. Be not dejected by a feare that's grounded On such a weake foundation. Tis not th'appetite Of things that carry horrour makes men valiant; But patient bearing of afflictions That are necessited. Can Fortitude Be without Iustice? Iustice without Fortitude Is perfect in it self. When I am just, Valour is usefull. It begins to worke; Ile prosecute the rest. What he intends For good, shall be inverted to my ends. Diswade me not Bellanima, I cannot Think the dimensions of thy goodnesse such, That it may be extended to remit So great an ill without it's satisfaction. Then will I challenge thy forgivenesse due When I have suffer'd punishment; I dare not Owe all unto thy gentlenesse. Resist This black temptation: thy ill Genius whisper'd it. 'Tis taught m here; iustice instructs me in't. Yt when I feele the lashes of their snakes Hells judges doe employ: when vultures gnaw My growing liver, and the restlesse wheele Huryes my rackt limbes, (for these torments are Lesse then my fault deserves,) Ile laugh at all, And with a scorn provoke the executioners 'Till they are tir'd; and whilst they take in breath, Contrive some yet unhear'd of. Fortitude Shall teach me to beare all, (their end being justice) With more delight, then when I did enjoy Pleasures with Sensualitie. Ile try him. Hells malice sometimes doth pretend that good Which Heaven instructs, to make distinguishable Their severall acts. But like a ball that bounds According to the force with which 'twas throwne: So in afflictions violence he that's wise, The more hee's cast down will the higher rise. Presume not yet Physander: thou art weake. Feare, so Pusillanimous, is better Then daring confidence. I will encounter With a whole hoast of deaths, though each were arm'd In all th'artillery that ever conquer'd Mortality; meete thunder if but warn'd That it is comming, and be fixt unmov'd T'embrace the subtile fire, though one step Might guard me in a grove of Magick Bayes Wall'd with Hiens skinnes. The apprehension Of horrour shall not fright me, though presented In the most hideous shape conceit can paynt. What apparition's this? or are ye Furies Sent to torment me? Speake, and satisfie My growing feares, which like an earthquake, when Pent ayre dilates it self with violence Doe shake my trembling heart.