Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Here forsooth Mistress. And who distilled this water? My wife's Limbeck, if it please you. And where doth the pain hold her most? Marry at her heart forsooth. ay, at her heart, she hath a griping at her heart. You have hit it right. Nay, I can see so much in the Urine. just so much as is told her. She hath no pain in her head, hath she? No indeed, I never heard her complain of her head. I told you so, her pain lies all at her heart: Alas good heart! but how feels she her stomach? O queasy, and sick at stomach. ay, I warrant you, I think I can see as far into a Millstone as another: you have heard of Mother Nottingham, who for her time, was prettily well skilled in casting of Waters: and after her, Mother Bomby; and then there is one Hatfield in Pepper-Alley, he doth pretty well for a thing that's lost. There's another in Coleharbour, that's skilled in the Planets. Mother Sturton in Goulden-lane, is for Forespeaking: Mother Phillips of the Bankside, for the weakness of the back: and then there's a very reverent Matron on Clarkenwell-Green, good at many things: Mistress Mary on the Bank- side, is for recting a Figure: and one (what do you call her) in Westminster, that practiseth the Book and the Key, and the Sieve and the Shears: and all do well, according to their talon. For myself, let the world speak: hark you my friend, you shall take— 'Tis strange the Ignorant should be thus fooled. What can this Witch, this Wizard, or old Trot, Do by Enchantment, or by Magic spell? Such as profess that Art should be deep Scholars. What reading can this simple Woman have? 'tis palpable gross foolery. Now friend, your business? I have stolen out of my Master's house, forsooth, with the kitchenmaid, and I am come to know of you, whether it be my fortune to have her, or no. And what's your suit, Lady? Forsooth, I come to know whether I be a Maid or no. Why, art thou in doubt of that? It may be I have more reason than all the world knows. Nay, if thou com'st to know whether thou be'st a Maid or no, I had best ask to know whether I be with child or no. Withdraw into the Parlour there, I'll but talk with this other Gentlewoman, and He resolve you presently. Come Sisty, if she cannot resolve thee, I can, and in the Case of a Maidenhead do more than she, I warrant thee. Forsooth I am bold, as they say. You are welcome Gentlewoman.— I would not have it known to my Neighbours, that I come to a Wise-woman for any thing, by my truly. For should your Husband come and find you here. My Husband woman, I am a Widow.
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Here forsooth Mistresse. And who distill'd this water? My wives Limbeck, if it plase you. And where doth the paine hold her most? Marry at her heart forsooth. Ey, at hor heart, hath a griping at her heart. You have hit it right. Nay, I can see so much in the Vrine. Iust so much as is told her. Shee hath no paine in her head, hath shee? No indeed, I never heard her complaine of her head. I told you so, her paine lyes all at her heart: Alas good heart! but how feeles shee her stomacke? O queasie, and sicke at stomacke. Ey, I warrant you, I thinke I can see as farre into a Mill-stone as another: you have heard of Mother Notingham, who for her time, was prettily well skill'd in casting of Waters: and after her, Mother Bombye; and then there is one Hatfield in Pepper-Alley, hee doth prettie well for a thing that's lost. There's another in Coleharbour, that's skill'd in the Planets. Mother Sturton in Goulden-lane, is for Forespeaking: Mother Phillips of the Banke-side, for the weaknesse of the backe: and then there's a very reverent Matron on Clarkenwell-Green, good at many things: Mistris Mary on the -side, is for recting a Figure: and one (what doe you cal her) in Westminster, that practiseth the Booke and the Key, and the Sive and the Sheares: and all doe well, according to their talent. For my selfe, let the world speake: harke you my friend, you shall take— 'Tis strange the Ignorant should be thus fool'd. What can this Witeh, this Wizard, or old Trot, Doe by Inchantment, or by Magicke spell? Such as professe that Art should be deepe Schollers. What reading can this simple Woman have? Tis palpable grosse foolery. Now friend, your businesse? I have stolne out of my Masters house, forsooth, with the Kitchin-Mayd, and I am come to know of you, whether it be my fortune to have her, or no. And what's your suit, Lady? Forsooth, I come to know whether I be a Maid or no. Why, art thou in doubt of that? It may bee I have more reason then all the world knowes. Nay, if thou com'st to know whether thou beest a Maid or no, I had best aske to know whether I be with cild or no. Withdraw into the Parlour there, Ile but talke with this other Gentlewoman, and He resolve you presently. Come Siy, if shee cannot resolve thee, I can, and in the Case of a Mayden-head doe more then shee, I warrant thee. Forsooth I am bold, as they say. You are welcome Gentlewoman.— I would not have it knowne to my Neighbours, that I come to a Wise-woman for any thing, by my truly. For should your Husband come and find you here. My Husband woman, I am a Widdow.