Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) classical legend or myth unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
I have. How often hath she, thinking to heave her hands For divine pity; when she spied her hooves Cast them to the earth, with them her head with shame, And bellowing when she would complain her grief, Started at her own sound? How often, when grazing on her father's banks, (These fruitful banks on which she used to sport) Offering to drink, when in his Crystal streams, In which so often she with pride hath looked, On her white brow, read cheek, and golden curls: Now when she spies those lips a god hath kissed, Stretched to so vast a wideness, penthoused o'er With enlarged nostrils; looking on those eyes, (In which 'twas once my sole delight to look) To see them broad and glaring; her clear brow Late decked with shining jewels, pressed with horns. How often hath she (more frighted than ashamed) Thought, from herself, in vain, to hid herself? This can you see? not study how to help? I do, and will, by thine aid, Mercury; Hie therefore to the top of Pindus' mount, (There Argus keeps his watch) in some disguise; Thy Caduceus and thy wings laid by, Find with the slave some conference, till by cunning Thou charmest his waking eyes, and being fast, Cut of his head, and with one blow extinguish So many lights at once. Great Iove I will: But thus conditioned, you will interpose Your awful power 'twixt me and Juno's hate. Presume the art safe in us. Than Argus dyes; One fatal stroke shall shut an hundred eyes. How dost thou like thine usage, madam Cow? Your lodging and your diet? How dost think This hempen chain becomes thee? Will you see Your sweet face in the river once again? Or how doth your fair beastship feel yourself? Wouldst thou not have some Bulchin from the herd To physic thee of this venereal itch? If not, I'll see what Nettles muddy streams, Couchgrass and weeds, thorns, briers, & flints can d● These failing, here's a goad to prick your sides. If all these medicines will not tame your lust, I'll muster new inventions. Nay, I know You look for pity, but it life's not here. In this high watchtower stand I sentinel, To spy who comes and goes. I an made thy guardian, I'll guard thee both from danger and from rest; 'Twas in thy hearing, Juno's late behest. This shape may prove suspectless, and the fittest To cloud a godhead in; my plumed hat And feathered sandals, by the which I an known, I have left at foot of this descending hill: My snaky Rod I have to this sheephook turned. Accommodated thus, to Argus now, Aristor's son: behoves him keep good watch, Whom Mercury (Jove's son) intends to catch. But Many-eyes have spied me.
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I have. How oft hath ſhe, thinking to heave her hands For divine pitty; when ſhe ſpy'de her hoofes Caſt them to th' earth, with them her head with ſhame, And bellowing when ſhe would complain her griefe, Started at her owne ſound? How oft, when grazing on her fathers banks, (Theſe fruitfull banks on which ſhe vs'd to ſport) Offring to drinke, when in his Cryſtall ſtreams, In which ſo often ſhe with pride hath lookt, On her white brow, red cheeke, and golden curles: Now when ſhe ſpies thoſe lips a god hath kiſt, Stretcht to ſo vaſt a wideneſſe, penthous'd o're With inlarg'd noſthrils; looking on thoſe eyes, (In which 'twas once my ſole delight to looke) To ſee them broad and glaring; her cleare brow Late deckt with ſhining jewels, preſt with hornes. How oft hath ſhe (more frighted than aſham'd) Thought, from her ſelfe, in vaine, to hide her ſelfe? This can you ſee? not ſtudy how to helpe? I do, and will, by thyne aid, Mercury; Hye therefore to the top of Pindus mount, (There Argus keepes his watch) in ſome diſguiſe; Thy Caduceus and thy wings layd by, Finde with the ſlave ſome conference, till by cunning Thou charm'ſt his waking eies, and being faſt, Cut off his head, and with one blow extinguiſh So many lights at once. Great Iove I will: But thus condition'd, you will interpoſe Your awfull power 'twixt me and Iuno's hate. Preſume th' art ſafe in vs. Then Argus dies; One fatal ſtroke ſhall ſhut an hundred eies. How doſt thou like thyne uſage, madam Cow? Your lodging and your dyet? How doſt thinke This hempen chaine becomes thee? Will you ſee Your ſweet face in the riuer once againe? Or how doth your faire beaſtſhip feele your ſelfe? Wouldſt thou not haue ſome Bulchin from the herd To phyſicke thee of this venereall itch? If not, I'le ſee what Nettles muddy ſtreams, Couch-graſſe and weeds, thornes, briers, & flints can d Theſe failing, here's a goad to prick your ſides. If all theſe medicines will not tame your luſt, I'le muſter new inventions. Nay, I know You looke for pitty, but it lives not here. In this high watch-tower ſtand I ſentinel, To ſpy who comes and goes. I am made thy gardian, Ile gard thee both from danger and from reſt; 'Twas in thy hearing, Iuno's late beheſt. This ſhape may prove ſuſpectleſſe, and the fitteſt To cloud a godhead in; my plumed hat And fether'd ſandals, by the which I am knowne, I have left at foot of this deſcending hill: My ſnaky Rod I have to this ſheephooke turn'd. Accommodated thus, to Argus now, Ariſtors ſonne: behooves him keepe good watch, Whom Mercury (Ioves ſon) intends to catch. But Many-eyes have ſpy'de me.