Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Tell me the Earth Shall leave its seat, and mount to kiss the Moon; Or that the Moon enamoured of the Earth, Shall leave her sphere, to stoop to us thus low. What? what's this in my hand, that at an instant Can from a four legged Creature, make a thing So like a wife? A Bridle, juggling Bridle Sir. A Bridle, hence enchantment, A Viper were more safe within my hand Then this charmed Engine Take heed Sir what you do, if you cast it hence, and she catch it up, we that are here now, may be rid as far as the Indies within these few hours, Mistress down of your mare's bones, or your marrowbones whether you please, and confess yourself to be what you are; and that's in plain English a Witch, a grand notorious Witch. A Witch! my wife a Witch! So it appears by the story. The more I strive to unwind myself from this Meander, I the more Therein am intricated; prithee woman Art thou a Witch? It cannot be denied, I am such a cursed Creature. Keep aloof, and do not come too near me, O my trust; Have I since first I understood myself, been of my soul so chary, still to study What best was for its health, to renounce all The works of that black Fiend with my best force And hath that Serpent twined me so about, That I must lie so often and so long With a Devil in my bosom! Pardon sir. Pardon! Can such a thing as that be hoped? Lift up thine eyes (lost woman) to yon Hills; It must be thence expected: look not down Unto that horrid dwelling, which thou hast sought At such dear rate to purchase, prithee tell me, (For now I can believe) art thou a Witch? I am. With that word I am thunderstruck, And know not what to answer, yet resolve me Hast thou made any contract with that Fiend The Enemy of Mankind? O I have. What? and how far? I have promised him my soul. Ten thousand times better thy Body had been promised to the Stake, I and mine too, To have suffered with thee in a hedge of flames: Then such a compact ever had been made. Oh— What cheese sir, show yourself a man, though she appeared so late a Beast; Mistress confess all, better here than in a worse place, out with it. Resolve me, how far doth that contract stretch? What interest in this Soul, myself could claim I freely gave him, but his part that made it I still reserve, not being mine to give. O cunning Devil, foolish woman know Where he can claim but the least little part, He will usurp the whole; thou art a lost woman. I hope not so. Why hast thou any hope? Yes Sir I have. Make it appear to me.
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Tell me the Earth Shall leave it's seat, and mount to kisse the Moone; Or that the Moone enamour'd of the Earth, Shall leave her spheare, to stoope to us thus low. VVhat? what's this in my hand, that at an instant Can from a foure leg'd Creature, make a thing So like a wife? A Bridle, ugling Bridle Sir. A Bridle, hence inchantment, A Viper were more safe within my hand Then this charm'd Engine Take heed Sir what you do, if you cast it hence, and she catch it up, we that are here now, may be rid as far as the Indies within these few houres, Mistresse down of your Mares bones, or your Mary-bones whether you please, and confesse your selfe to be what you are; and that's in plaine English a Witch, a grand notorius Witch. A Witch! my wife a Witch! So it appeares by the storie. The more I strive to unwinde My selfe from this Meander, I the more Therein am intricated; prithee woman Art thou a Witch? It cannot be deny'd, I am such a curst Creature. Keep aloofe, and doe not come too neare me, O my trust; Have since first I understood my selfe, Bin of my soule so charie, still to studie What best was for it's health, to renounce all The workes of that black Fiend with my best force And hath that Serpent twin'd me so about, That I must lye so often and so long With a Divell in my bosome! Pardon sir. Pardon! Can such a thing as that be hop'd? Lift up thine eyes (lost woman) to yo Hils; It must be thence expected: look not down Vnto that horrid dwelling, which thou hast sought At such deare rate to purchase, prithee tell me, (For now I can beleeve) art thou a Witch? I am. VVith that word I am thunderstrooke, And know not what to answer, yet resolve me Hast thou mad any contract with that Fiend The Enemy of Mankind? O I have. What? and how farre? I have promis'd him my soule. Ten thousand times better thy Body had Bin promis'd to the Stake, I and mine too, To have suffer'd with thee in a hedge of flames: Then such a compact ver had bin made. Oh— What cheee sir, show your selfe a man, though she appear'd so late a Beast; Mistresse confesse all, better here than in a worse place, out with it. Resolve me, how farre doth that contract stretch? What interst in this Soule, my selfe coo'd claime I freely gave him, but his part that made it I still reserve, not being mine to give. O cunning Divell, foolish woman know Where he can clayme but the least little part, He will usurpe rhe whole; th art a lost woman. I hope not so. Why hast thou any hope? Yes Sir I have. Make it appeare to me.