Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Not to have A Monument of lasting Adamant Raised to my memory. No Sophonisba This is no potion to preserve a beauty In it's first green; or ripe it to a Summer; Or prevent th' Autumn; or return the Winter Into a new Spring. This will pale the die Which thy cheek blusheth when it would clothe modesty In a rich scarlet: make that Ivory breast (Now Loves soft bed whereon he play's the wanton, And ambusheth himself to catch the flames He shoots at others from thy eyes) as cold As Scythian sands, bleaked with continual freezing Into a seeming crystal. Scipio dares not Insult o'er thee: thy face would check his malice Into a silent admiration of it. Or if he sin so much as to deject thee With the least fear of ill, the gods themselves Will leave their immortality to be Each others rivals in thy love, and strive Which should revenge thee best. This must not weaken What is so powerful. If my Lord be then Resolved to leave me widowed, being yet Scarce warm in his embraces, let me mix A tear with his last drink, that he may carry Something of Sophonisba with him. That Hath in't sufficient virtue to convert All the Thessalian, Pontic, Phasian aconites Into preservatives, and turn this draught Into an antidote: which yet is powerful, 'Bove all that Art and Nature in conspiracy Of mischief e'er invented. We that are Great, and yet subject to th'incertainty Of Fortune, have this custom to prevent it. We affect glory: and conclude no slate That end's not in itself, is fortunate. So— Let my Lord first give me leave to breathe An errant o'er it; that when he is entered Elysium, throngs of Carthaginian Heroes May bid him welcome, and inform themselves From him of Sophonisba. Do't then quickly. I'll bear it, and command the King of night Resign his ravished Queen to be thy handmaid. Hell, I shall now be armed to meet thy horrors With greater power than thine. If there be Fate, Why is't concealed? The revelation of 't Would make us strive to mock eternal providence, Th'ingenious Artist that did form this cup Foresaw not such a use of't. Had he known It should have ministered death to a King, His trembling hands could ne'er have finished it With such exactness. What so e'er decree Is written in the Adamantine Tables Of Destiny, we must subscribe to. Time Though he keep on his swift and silent pace, Death's sure at first or last to win the race. Pray keep out Scipio: I have almost ended. So— Ha!' what hath Sophonisba's madness done'? Oh Aesculapius if thy deity Be not a feigned one, then administer, And show it powerful in restoring back My Sophonisba to her former safety. Numidia shall pay worship to none other But thee and Phoebus. Altars shall be raised Made of Iberian gold, and flame with incense Until Arabia's richest earth grows barren Of gums and spices.
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Not to have A Monument of lasting Adamant Rais'd to my memory. No Sophonisba This is no potion to preserve a beauty In it's first greene; or ripe it to a Summer; Or prevent th' Autumme; or returne the Winter Into a new Spring. This will pale the dye Which thy cheek blusheth when it would cloth modesty In a rich scarlet: make that Ivorie brest (Now Loves soft bed whereon he play's the wanton, And ambusheth himselfe to catch the flames He shoot's at others from thy eyes) as cold As Scythian sands, bleak't with continuall freezing Into a seeming christall. Scipio dar's not Insult o're thee: thy face would check his malice Into a silent admiration of it. Or if he sin so much as to deject thee With the least feare of ill, the gods themselves Will leave their immortality to be Each others rivals in thy love, and strive Which should revenge thee best. This must not weaken What is so powerfull. If my Lord be then Resolv'd to leave me widdow'd, being yet Scarce warme in his embraces, let me mixe A teare with his last drink, that he may carry Something of Sophonisba with him. That Hath in't sufficient vertue to convert All the Thessalian, Pontick, Phasian aconites Into pretervatives, and turne this draught Into an antidote: which yet is powerfull, 'Bove all that Art and Nature in conspiracy Of mischiefe e're invented. We that are Great, and yet subject to th'incertainty Of Fortune, have this custome to prevent it. We affect glory: and conclude no slate That end's not in it selfe, is fortunate. So— Let my Lord first give me leave to breath An errant o're it; that when he is entred Ely sium, throngs of Carthaginian Heroes May bid him welcome, and informe themselves From him of Sophonisba. Do't then quickly. I'le beare it, and command the King of night Resigne his ravish't Queene to be thy hand-maid. Hell, I shall now be armed to meete thy horrours With greater power then thine. If there be Fate, Why is't conceal'd? The revelation of t Would make us strive to mock eternall providence, Th'ingenious Artist that did forme this cup Foresaw not such a use of't. Had he knowne It should have minister'd death to a King, His trembling hands could ne're have finish't it With such exactnesse. What so e're decree Is written in the Adamantine Tables Of Destiny, we must subscribe to. Time Though he keepe on his swift and silent pace, Death's sure at first or last to win the race. Pray keepe out Scipio: I have almost ended. So— Ha! 'what hath Sophonisbas madnesse done'? Oh Aesculapius if thy deity Be not a feign'd one, then administer, And shew it powerfull in restoring back My Sophonisba to her former safety. Numidia shall pay worship to none other But thee and Phoebus. Altars shall be rais'd Made of Iberian gold, and flame with incense Vntill Arabia's richest earth grow's barren Of gummes and spices.