Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) masque · King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
We are the daughters Of night and Acheron; our number three, Answering those three affects that bear then headlong Into all wickedness. These knotted snakes Shall sting thy bosom, and infect thy blood With burning rage, until it hurry thee Unto some desperate act, and on thyself Thou be thine own revenger. Now Physander, Where is this boasted valour? fear's expressed Even in thy silence. terror of an ill In sometimes greater in the expectation, Than th'ill itself: yet where true fortitude Guard's the mind with resolves, 'tis lessened by it, When it increaseth boldness. Chance may clear Many of punishment, but none of fear. Thou art not well instructed: go with me, I'll teach thee how to shun them. Hath he scaped us? And left my vipers hissing for their prey, Which should have been his heart? Then they must feed Upon mine own. Now my copartners In this black fellowship, is it successful? No; reason guards him; frustrates our design. And we must back to be our own tormentors. Will nothing prosper! Lend me Erinys adders, That from their poison my infected envy May swell until it break, venting a sea Of mischief to o'erwhelm him. One birth more My malice labours with. If that miscarry, I'll in content of heaven that guards his bride Eat mine own heart, and ne'er be satisfied. The judge is entering. Make way there for my Lord Conscience: he is upon coming, and I was afraid the cushions had not been handsomely laid for his case. Long causes many times require a nap. How I tremble to think of a long sitting before dinner; it makes fear have but a cold stomach. Bless me! who's this? one of the devils she lawyers? Her case must needs have a black box. I come t'accuse Physander. Why dost quake so? You never knew fear without an ague. Fear often cur's it. In the country where wise physicians practise. Is the court ready to sit? Instantly. But pray how long have you been a sollicitrix? Never before. I feared as much, when you ask an officer so many idle questions without some feeling. What officer art? No worse then the mouth of the court, that receoves all in with, O yes. You see the power of that word; They are here. Stand by there. Hope must be still an advocate. 'Tis well. Despaires a subtle pleader, and employed Only by hell. Be winged, and fetch him hither: Let me alone; I'll have a plea shall shake His courage. Fear call a court. O yes, o yes, o yes: All wicked mortals that have any business in the court of Conscience, let them come and accuse themselves, if they have so little wit▪ and they shall be judged by the proverb.
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We are the daughters Of night and Acheron; our number three, Answering those three affects that beare then headlong Into all wickednesse. These knotted snakes Shall sting thy bosome, and infect thy blood With burning rage, untill it hurrie thee Vnto some desperate act, and on thy self Thou be thine own revenger. Now Physander, Where is this boasted valour? Feare's exprest Even in thy silence. Terour of an ill In sometimes greater in the expectation, Then th'ill it self: yet where true fortitude Guard's the mind with resolves, 'tis lessen'd by it, When it increaseth bouldnesse. Chance may cleare Many of punishment, but none of feare. Thou art not well instructed: go with me, Ile teach thee how to shun them. Hath he scap't us? And left my vipers hissing for their prey, Which should have been his heart? Then they must feed Vpon mine own. Now my copartners In this black fellowship, is it successefull? No; reason guards him; frustrates our designe. And we must back to be our own tormentors. Will nothing prosper! Lend me Erinnis adders, That from their poyson my infected envie May swell untill it breake, venting a sea Of mischiefe to o'rewhelme him. One birth more My malice labours with. If that miscarry▪ Ile in content of heaven that gurds his bride Eate mine owne heart, and ne're be satisfi'd. The Iudge is entring. Make way there for my Lord Conscience: he is upn comming, and I was afrayd the cushions had not been handsomely layd for his case. Long causes many times require a nap. How I tremble to think of a long sitting before dinner; it makes feare have but a cold stomack. Blesse me▪ who's this? one of the divells she lawyers? Her case must needs have a black boxe. I come t'accuse Physander. Why dost quake so? You never knew feare without an ague. Feare often cur's it. In the countrey where wise physitians practise. Is the court ready to sit? Instantly. But pray' how long have you beene a sollicitrix? Never before. I fear'd as much, when you aske an officer so many idle questions without some feeling. What officer art? No worse thn the mouth of the court, that reeves all in with, O yes. You see the power of that word; They are here. Stand by there. Hope must be till an advocate. 'Tis well. Despaire's a subtile pleader, and employ'd Onely by hell. Be wing'd, and fetch him hither: Let me alone; Ile have a plea shall shake His courage. Feare call a court. O yes, ô yes, ô yes: All wicked mortalls that have any businesse in the court of Conscience, let them come and accuse themselves, if they have so little wit▪ and they shall be judg'd by the proverb.