Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 484 words
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Squibs and crackers? I hope there be none here! slid, squibs and crackers! The mere Epitomies of the Gunpowder Treason, Faux in a lesser volume. Let fools gaze At bearded stars, it is all one to me As if they had been shaved— thus, thus would I Out-beard a Meteour, for I might as well Name it a prodigy when my candle blazes. Deil. Is there a Comet say you? Nay I saw it, It reached from Paul's to Charing, and portends Some certain imminent danger to th' inhabitants 'twixt those two places: I'll go get a lodging Out of its Influence. Will that serve?— I fear It threatens general ruin to the Kingdom. I'll to some other Country. There's danger too to cross the Seas. Is there no way, good Colax, To cross the Sea by Land? O the situation! The horrible situation of an Island You sir are far above such frivolons thoughts. You fear not death. Not I Not sudden death. No more than sudden sleeps: Sir I dare dye. I dare not; Death to me is terrible: I will not dye. How can you Sir prevent it? Why I will kill myself. A valiant course; And the right way to prevent death indeed. Your spirit is true Roman!— But yours greater That fear not death, nor yet the manner of it, Should Heaven fall— Why then we should have Larks. I shall never eat Larks again while I breath. Or should the earth yawn like a sepulchre, And with an open throat swallow you quick? 'Twould save me the expenses of a grave. I'had rather trouble my Executors by ' the half. Canons to me are potguns. Potguns to me Are Canons; the report will strike me dead. A rapier's but a bodkin. And a bodkin. Is a most dangerous weapon; since I read Of Iulius Caesar's death, I durst not venture Into a Tailor's shop for fear of Bodkins. O that the valiant Giants would again Rebel against the Gods, and besiege Heaven, So I might be their leader. Had Enceladus Been half so valiant, Iove had been his prisoner. Why should we think there be such things as dangers? Scylla, Charybdis, Python are but fables. Medea's Bull, and Dragon very tales. Se●… monsters, serpents, all Poetical figments. Nay Hell itself, and Acheron mere inventions. Or were they true, as they are false, should I be So timorous as to fear these Bugbear Harpies, Medusa's, Centauris, Gorgon's? O good Aphobus. Leave conjuring, or take me into th' circle. What shall I do good Colax? Sir walk in, There is they say a Looking-glass, a strange one Of admirable virtues, that will render you Free from enchantments. How a Looking-glass? Dost think I can endure it? why there lies A man within't in ambush to entrap me. I did but lift my hand up, and he presently Catcht at it.
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Squibs and crackers? I hope there be none here! slid, squibs and crackers! The meere Epitomies of the Gun-powder Treason, Faux in a lesser volume. Let fooles gaze At bearded starres, it is all one to mee As if they had been shav'd—thus, thus would I Out-beard a Meteour, for I might as well Name it a prodigy when my candle blazes. Deil. Is there a Comet say you? Nay I saw it, It reach'd from Pauls to Charing, and portends Some certain imminent danger to th' inhabitants Twixt those two places: I'le goe get a lodging Out of its Influence. Will that serve?—I feare It threatens generall ruine to the Kingdome. I'le to some other Country. There's danger too to crosse the Seas. Is there no way, good Colax, To crosse the Sea by Land? O the scituation! The horrible scituation of an Island You sir are farre above such frivolons thoughts. You fear not death. Not I. Not sudden death. No more then sudden sleepes: Sir I dare dye. I dare not; Death to me is terrible: I will not dye. How can you Sir prevent it? Why I will kill my selfe. A valiant course; And the right way to prevent death indeed. Your spirit is true Roman!—But yours greater That fear not death, nor yet the manner of it, Should Heaven fall— Why then we should have Larkes. I shall never eate Larkes again while I breath. Or should the earth yawn like a sepulcher, And with an open throat swallow you quick? T'would save me the expences of a grave. I'had rather trouble my Exequutors by 'the half. Canons to me are pot-guns. Potguns to me Are Canons; the report will strike me dead. A rapier's but a bodkin. And a bodkin. Is a most dangerous weapon; since I read Of Iulius Cesars death, I durst not venture Into a Tailors shop for fear of Bodkins. O that the valiant Gyants would again Rebell against the Gods, and besiege Heaven, So I might be their leader. Had Enceladus Been halfe so valiant, Iove had been his prisoner. Why should we think there be such things as dangers? Scylla, Charybdis, Python are but fables. Medeas Bull, and Dragon very tales. Se monsters, serpents, all Poeticall figments. Nay Hell it selfe, and Acheron meere inventions. Or were they true, as they are false, should I be So timorous as to fear these Bugbeare Harpyes, Medusa's, Centaurs, Gorgons? O good Aphobus. Leave conjuring, or take me into th' circle. What shall I doe good Colax? Sir walke in, There is they say a Looking-glasse, a strange one Of admirable vertues, that will render you Free from inchantments. How a Looking-glasse? Dost think I can endure it? why there lies A man within't in ambush to entrap me. I did but lift my hand up, and he presently Catcht at it.