Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Death pursue 'em, Will nothing make them feel our wrath. The charm Will not last always. I heir fate is not yet ripe, Be not dejected, Sir, the gods cannot Be patient long. Mean time let me advise, Not by your Laws, or other open force, To persecute'em; but disguise your anger. Ha? What matter is't, so we destroy these wretches What ways we take? invite him to your Court, Pretend, I know not what desires, to hear More of his faith, that you find turns within Your heart, and tremble at the miracle Wrought upon Dichu; when he's in your possession A thousand stratagems may be thought upon To send his giddy soul most quaintly off to That fine fantastical reward he dreams on I'th' tother world. Thou hast pleased us, Archimagus. Great Ceancrachius has inspired the Priest! This is the only way. I do not like it. It shall be so, he shall be thus invited, And we will meet him with our Queen and Daughters, Who shall compose themselves to entertain him. Leave me to instruct my princely charge, your Daughters, Be still their blessed Director, to thy charge We gave them up long since, but do not tell 'em What happened to the Apostate Dichu; women Have soluble and easy hearts, that accident May startle their religion, keep 'em firm In the devotion to our gods, whose virgins We hope to call them shortly, if their zeal Maintain that holy flame that yet hath filled Their bosoms. They are the Darlings of the Temple. Conallus, you shall be the messenger, And bear our invitation. Trouble not The Prince, impose that business on my care. Be it so. I am glad I am off the employment. All ways to serve our gods are free, and good, When shed for them, they take delight in blood. I am weary, and yet I would have more, my heart Was never more disposed to mirth, Fedella. Mine is as light as yours, Sister, I am All air, methinks. And I all mounting fire. 'Tis well we are alone. 'Tis ill we are; This heat our servants should have given us: I wonder we cannot see 'em, they were not Since we first took them to our favour, guilty Of such neglect. You wrong our birth and blood, To think they dare neglect us, for if they Forget what we deserve in loving them, They owe more duty, as we are the king's Daughters, than to displease us so. That binds: But form and heartless ceremony, Sister, By your favour, I had rather hold my servant By his own love, that chains his heart to mine, Than all the bands of state. I am of thy mind too, would they were here, I shall be sad again; fie, what a thing 'tis For two Ladies to be in love, and alone without A man so long.
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Death pursue 'em, Will nothing make them feele our wrath. The charme Will not last alwayes. I heir fate is not yet ripe, Be not dejected, Sir, the gods cannot Be patient long. Meane time let me advise, Not by your Lawes, or other open force, To persecute'em; but disguise your anger. Ha? What matter is't, so we destroy these wretches What wayes we take? invite him to your Court, Pretend, I know not what desires, to heare More of his faith, that you find turnes within Your heart, and tremble at the miracle Wrought upon Dichu; when he's in your possession A thousand stratagems may be thought upon To send his giddy soule most quaintly off to That fine phantasticall reward he dreames on I'th't'other world. Thou hast pleas'd us, Archimagus. Great Ceanerachius has inspir'd the Priest! This is the only way. I doe not like it. It shall be so, he shall be thus invited, And we will meet him with our Queene and Daughters, Who shall compose themselves to entertaine him. Leave me to instruct my princely charge, your Daughters, Be still their blest Director, to thy charge We gave them up long since, but do not tell 'em What happen'd to the Apostate Dichu; women Have soluble and easie hearts, that accident May startle their religion, keep 'em firme In the devotion to our gods, whose virgins We hope to call them shortly, if their zeale Maintaine that holy flame that yet hath fill'd Their bosomes. They are the Darlings of the Temple. Conallus, you shall be the messenger, And beare our invitation. Trouble not The Prince, impose that businesse on my care. Be it so. I am glad I am off the employment. All wayes to serve our gods are free, and good, When shed for them, they take delight in blood. I am weary, and yet I would have more, my heart Was never more dispos'd to mirth, Fedella. Mine is as light as yours, Sister, I am All aire, me thinks. And I all mounting fire. 'Tis well we are alone. 'Tis ill we are; This heat our servants should have given us: I wonder we cannot see 'em, they were not Since we first tooke them to our favor, guiltie Of such neglect. You wrong our birth and bloud, To thinke they dare neglect us, for if they Forget what we deserve in loving them▪ They owe more dutie, as we are the Kings Daughters, than to displease us so. That binds: But forme and heartlesse ceremony, Sister▪ By your favor, I had rather hold my servant By his owne love, that chaines his heart to mine, Than all the bands of state. I am of thy mind too, wo'd they were here, I shall be sad againe; fie, what a thing 'tis For two Ladies to be in love, and alone without A man so long.