Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 469 words
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Who be these? They look like Presumption and Despair. And such they are. That is Aphobius, one that out of an impious confidence fears nothing. The other Deilus, that from an Atheistical distrust, shakes at the motion of a reed. These are the Extremes of Fortitude, that steers an even course between over much dar●…ing, and overmuch fearing. Why stays this reprobate Colax? Any vice Yields work for Flattery. A good Doctrine mark it. Is it possible? did you not fear it, say you? To me the mere relation is anague. Good Aphobus no more such terrible stories; I would not for a world lie alone to night: I shall have such strange dreams! What can there be That I should fear? The Gods? If they be good, 'tis sin to fear them; if not good, no Gods, And then let them fear me. Or are they Devils That must affright me? Devils! where good Aphobus? I thought there was some conjureing abroad. 'tis such a terrible wind! O here it is; Now it is here again! O still, still, still! What's the matter? Still it follows me! The thing in black, behind; soon as the Sun But shines, it haunts me! Gentle spirit leave me! Cannot you lay him Aphobus? what an ugly looks it has! With eyes as big as saucers, nostrils wider Than Barber's basons! 'tis nothing Deilus But your weak Fancy, that from every object Draws arguments of fear. This terrible black thing— Where is it Aphobus? Is but your shadow Deilus. And should not we fear shadows? No! why should we? Who knows but they come learing after us To steal away the substance? Watch him Aphobus. I nothing fear. I do commend your valour, That fixes your great soul fast as a Centre, Not to be moved with dangers, let slight cockboats Be shaken with a wave, while you stand firm Like an undaunted rock, whose constant hardness Rebeats the fury of the raging Sea, Dashing it into froth. Base fear doth argue A low degenerate soul. Now I fear every thing. 'tis your discretion. Every thing has danger, And therefore every thing is to be feared. I do applaud this wisdom: 'tis a symptom Of wary providence. His too confident rashness Argues a stupid ignorance in the soul, A blind and senseless judgement; give me fear To man the fort, 'tis such a circumspect And wary sentinel▪ Now shame take thee for A Luke warm formalist. But daring valour Uncapable of danger sleeps securely, And leaves an open entrance to his enemies. What are they landed? Who? The enemies. That Colax talks of. If they be I care not. Though they be Giants all, and armed with thunder. Why do you not fear Thunder? Thunder? no! No more than squibs and crackers.
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Who be these? They look like Presumption and Despaire. And such they are. That is Aphobius, one that out of an impious confidence fears nothing. The other Deilus, that from an Atheisticall distrust, shakes at the motion of a reed. These are the Extreams of Fortitude, that steeres an even course between over much daring, and overmuch fearing. Why stayes this reprobate Colax? Any vice Yeelds work for Flattery. A good Doctrine marke it. Is it possible? did you not fear it, say you? To me the meere relation is anague. Good Aphobus no more such terrible stories; I would not for a world lye alone to night: I shall have such strange dreames! What can there be That I should fear? The Gods? If they be good, Tis sin to fear them; if not good, no Gods, And then let them fear me. Or are they Divells That must affright me? Diuells! where good Aphobus? I thought there was some conjureing abroad. Tis such a terrible wind! O here it is; Now it is here again! O still, still, still! Whats the matter? Still it followes me! The thing in black, behind; soone as the Sun But shines, it haunts mee! Gentle spirit leave mee! Cannot you lay him Aphobus? what an ugly looks it has! With eyes as big as sawcers, nostrills wider Then Barbers basons! Tis nothing Deilus But your weak Phancy, that from every object Drawes arguments of fear. This terrible black thing— Wher is it Aphobus? —Is but your shadow Deilus. And should not we fear shadowes? No! why should we? Who knows but they come learing after us To steale away the substance? Watch him Aphobus. I nothing fear. I doe commend your valour, That fixes your great soule fast as a Center, Not to be mov'd with dangers, let slight cock-boats Be shaken with a wave, while you stand firme Like an undaunted rock, whose constant hardnesse Rebeats the fury of the raging Sea, Dashing it into froth. Base fear doth argue A low degenerate soule. Now I fear every thing. Tis your discretion. Every thing has danger, And therefore every thing is to be feared. I doe applaud this wisdome: Tis a symptome Of wary providence. His too confident rashnesse Argues a stupid ignorance in the soule, A blind and senselesse judgement; give me feare To man the fort, 'tis such a circumspect And wary sentinell▪ Now shame take thee for A Luke warme formalist. —But daring valour Vncapable of danger sleepes securely, And leaves an open entrance to his enemies. What are they landed? Who? The enemies. That Colax talkes of. If they be I care not. Though they be Gyants all, and arm'd with thunder. Why doe you not fear Thunder? Thunder? no! No more then squibs and crackers.