Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Tell him we are pleased to think 'twas he offended. Will must be law: were't not for Summum Ius, How could the land subsist? ay, or the justices Maintain themselves— go on— The Land wants such As dare with rigour execute her Laws: Her festered members must be lanced and tented. he's a bad Surgeon, that for pity spares The part corrupted, till the Gangrene spread, And all the body perish; he that's merciful Unto the bad, is cruel to the good. The Pillory must cure the ears disease; The stocks the feet offences; let the back Bear her own sin, and her rank blood purge forth By the Phlebotomy of a whipping post: And yet the secret, and purse punishment Is held the wiser course; because at once It helps the virtuous and corrects the vicious. Let not the sword of justice sleep and rust Within her velvet sheath; preserve her edge, And keep it sharp with cutting. Use must whet her, Tame mercy is the breast that suckles vice, Till Hydra like she multiply her heads. Tread you on sin, squeeze out the Serpent's brains, All you can find— for some have lurking holes Where they lie hid. But there's within a glass Will show you every close offender's face. Come Plus let's go in to find out these concealments; We will grow rich, and purchase honour thus— I mean to be a Baron of Snmmum Ius. You are the strangest man, you will acknowledge None for offenders, here's one apprehended For murder. How! He killed a man last night. How camed to pass. Upon a falling out. They shall be friends I'll reconcile'em Parum. One of them is dead. Is he not buried yet? No Sir. Why then I say they shall shake hands. As you have done With Clemency, most Reverend justice Nihil; A gentle mildness thrones itself within you. Your Worship would have justice, use her balance More than her sword; nor can you endure to dye The robe she wears, deep scarlet, in the blood Of poor offenders: How many men hath rigour By her too hasty, and severe proceedings Prevented from amendment, that perchance Might have turned honest and have proved good Christians? Should Iove not spare his thunder, but as often Discharge at us, as we dart sins at him, Earth would want men, and he himself want arms, And yet tyre Vulcan, and Pyracmon too. You imitate the Gods! and he sins less Strikes not at all, than he strikes once amiss. I would not have justice too falcon-eyed; Sometimes a wilful blindness much becomes her; As when upon the bench she sleeps and winks At the transgressions of Mortality: In which most merciful posture I have seen Your pitiful Worship snorting out pardons To the despairing sinner: there's within A Mirror sir like you! go see your face How like Astrea's 'tis in her own Glass. And I'll petition justice Nimi's Clerk To admit me for his under officer.
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Tell him we are pleas'd to think 'twas he offended. Will must be law: wer't not for Summum Ius, How could the land subsist? I, or the Iustices Maintaine themselves—goe on—The Land wants such As dare with rigor execute her Lawes: Her festred members must be lanc't and tented. Hee's a bad Surgeon, that for pitty spares The part corrupted, 'till the Gangrene spread, And all the body perish; he that's mercifull Vnto the bad, is cruell to the good. The Pillory must cure the eares disease; The stocks the foots offences; let the backe Beare her own sinne, and her ranke blood purge forth By the Phlebotomy of a whipping post: And yet the secret, and purse punishment Is held the wiser course; because at once It helpes the vertuous and corrects the vitious. Let not the sword of Iustice sleepe and rust Within her velvet sheath; preserve her edge, And keepe it sharpe with cutting. Vse must whet her, Tame mercy is the brest that suckles vice, Till Hydra like she multiply her heads. Tread you on sinne, squeeze out the Serpents braines, All you can finde—for some have lurking holes Where they lye hid. But there's within a glasse Will shew you every close offenders face. Come Plus let's goe in to finde out these concealements; We will grow rich, and purchase honour thus— I mean to be a Baron of Snmmum Ius. You are the strangest man, you will acknowledge None for offendors, here's one apprehended For murther. How! He kill'd a man last night. How cam't to passe. Vpon a falling out. They shall be friends I'le reconcile'em Parum. One of them is dead. Is he not buried yet? No Sir. Why then I say they shall shake hands. As you have done With Clemency, most Reverend Iustice Nihil; A gentle mildnesse thrones it selfe within you. Your Worship would have justice, use her ballance More then her sword; nor can you endure to dye The robe she weares, deep scarlet, in the blood Of poore offendors: How many men hath rigour By her too hasty, and severe proceedings Prevented from amendment, that perchance Might have turn'd honest and have prov'd good Christians? Should Iove not spare his thunder, but as often Discharge at us, as we dart sins at him, Earth would want men, and he himselfe want armes, And yet tire Vulcan, and Pyracmon too. You imitate the Gods! and he sins lesse Strikes not at all, then he strikes once amisse. I would not have justice too falcon-eyed; Sometimes a wilfull blindnesse much becomes her; As when upon the bench she sleepes and winkes At the transgressions of Mortality: In which most mercifull posture I have seene Your pittifull Worship snorting out pardons To the despairing sinner: there's within A Mirrour sir like you! goe see your face How like Astreas 'tis in her own Glasse. And I'le petition Iustice Nimi's Clerke To admit me for his under officer.