Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.79 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
I see the smoke steam from the Cottage tops, The fearful hus wife rakes the embers up. All hush to bed. Sure no man will disturb me. O blessed valley! I the wretched Claius Salute thy happy soil, I that have lived Pelted with angry curses in a place As horrid as my griefs, the Lylibaean mountains, These sixteen frozen winters, there have I Been with rude outlaws, living by such sins As run o'th' score with justice against my prayers & wishes. And when I would have tumbled down a rock, Some secret power restrained me: There I lately heard By a disconsolate Pilgrim that sought death, That my Amyntas wits (ah me!) were marred. 'twas not a time to think to save myself When my poor boy was lost. Lost said I?— O Phoebus, If there be sovereign power in juice of herbs, And that the teeming earth yield medicinal flowers To cure all maladies, I have sought the skill; No leaf no root hath scaped me: I may boast it, I have been natures diligent Apothecary. Be lucky my emplaster! I have tempered The surest Recipe the world's garden yields; 'Twould put Orestes in his wits again. I know I step upon my death: the Oracle Desires my blood for sacrifice, and Pilumnus For his old hate still seeks it: make long stay I dare not, only I desire t'apply My medicine and be gone. Who's this I spy? I do remember now that countenance; It is my sister Thestylis, I'll stand close T'observe their actions. Would to Ceres She would be pleased at length to end her anger, And pity poor Amyntas! So pray I. I have the bravest spaniel in the world, Of a sharp sent and quick. so ho ho, so ho ho! Ringwood, Iowler, Whitefoot, so ho ho! so ho ho! I shall be a whole kennel of dogs anon. Iuno, Vulcan, Venus! so ho ho, so ho ho! Lord what a heavenly puppy he makes me now! There Lady there! Ha? be their Lady-dogs as well as Ladybirds too! Beauty, Beauty. 'Slid I was never called that name before: Thestylis, Amyntas calls me Beauty, I prithee come kiss me. Thus I spend my life Laughing amidst my tears. Now Virtue Virtue! Is that a dog's name too? would I were hanged If I'll have any of it for that trick. Dost thou not sent it yet? Close, close you rogue! By Pan the cur hunts counter. Oh good master! Bow wow, bow wow wow— So now he hast again. What at a fault you mongrel? will you never Start me this Oracle? Start an Oracle? As if an Oracle were a hare? So 'tis, And skuds away so swift we cannot take it. Start me this Oracle. Start it who's will for me, For I'll not start it.
nodes 1534–1599 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 42 in this edition
Length
476 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T45 · seed 44: T51 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I see the smoake steame from the Cottage tops, The fearfull hus wife rakes the embers up. All hush to bed. Sure no man will disturbe mee. O blessed vally! I the wretched Claius Salute thy happy soyle, I that have liv'd Pelted with angry curses in a place As horrid as my griefes, the Lylibaean mountaines, These sixteene frozen winters, there have I Beene with rude out-lawes, living by such sinnes As runne o'th' score with justice 'gainst my prayers & wishes. And when I would have tumbled down a rock, Some secret powre restrain'd me: There I lately heard By a disconsolate Pilgrim that sought death, That my Amyntas wits (ah me!) were marr'd. Twas not a time to thinke to save my selfe When my poore boy was lost. Lost said I?—O Phoebus, If there be soveraigne power in juice of hearbs, And that the teeming earth yeeld medicinall flowres To cure all maladies, I have sought the skill; No leafe no root hath scap'd mee: I may boast it, I have been natures diligent Apothecary. Be lucky my emplaister! I have temper'd The surest Recipe the worlds garden yeelds; 'Twould put Orestes in his wits again. I know I step upon my death: the Oracle Desires my blood for sacrifice, and Pilumnus For his old hate still seekes it: make long stay I dare not, only I desire t'apply My medicine and be gone. Who's this I spy? —I doe remember now that countenance; It is my sister Thestylis, I'le stand close T'observe their actions. Would to Ceres She would be pleas'd at length to end her anger, And pitty poore Amyntas! So pray I. I have the bravest spaniell in the world, Of a sharpe sent and quick. so ho ho, so ho ho! Ringwood, Iowler, Whitefoot, so ho ho! so ho ho! I shall be a whole kennell of dogs anon. Iuno, Vulcan, Venus! so ho ho, so ho ho! Lord what a heavenly puppy he makes me now! There Lady there! Ha? be their Lady-dogs as well as Lady-birds too! Beauty, Beauty. Slid I was never cal'd that name before: Thestylis, Amyntas calls me Beauty, I prethee come kisse mee. Thus I spend my life Laughing amidst my teares. Now Vertue Vertue! Is that a dogs name too? would I were hang'd If I'le have any of it for that trick. Dost thou not sent it yet? Close, close you rogue! By Pan the curre hunts counter. Oh good master! Bow wow, bow wow wow— So now he has't again. What at a fault you mungrell? will you never Start me this Oracle? Start an Oracle? As if an Oracle were a hare? So 'tis, And skuds away so swift we cannot take it. Start me this Oracle. Start it who's will for mee, For I'le not start it.