The Sad Shepherd, or A Tale of Robin Hood · chunk 17 of 19
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1637 [c.1612-1637] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
The baneful schedule of her nocent charms, And binding Characters, through which she wounds Her Puppetts, the Sigilla of her witchcraft. All this I know, and I will found her for you; And show you'her sitting in her form; I'll lay My hand upon her; make her throw her skutt Along her back, when she doth start before us. But you must give her Law: and you shall see her Make twenty leaps, and doubles; cross the paths, And than squatt down beside us. Crafty Crone! I long to be at the sport, and to report it. we'll make this hunting of the Witch, as famous, As any other blast of Venery. Hung her foul hag, she'll be a stinking Chase! I had rather ha' the hunting of heir heir. If we could come to see her, cry, so haw, once! That I do promise, or I'm no good Hag-finder. THe Fiend hath much to do, that keeps a School; Or is the Father of a family; Or governs but a country Academy: His labours must be great, as are his cares, To watch all turns, and cast how to prevent 'hem. This Dame of mine here, grows high in evil, And thinks she does all, when 'tis I, her Devil, That both delude her, and must yet protect her: she's confident in mischief, and presumes The changing of her shape will still secure her. But that may fail, and divers hazards meet Of other consequence, which I must look to. Not let her be surprised on the first catch. I must go dance about the Forest, now, And firk it like a Goblin, till I found her. Than will my service come worth acceptation; When not expected of her, when the help Meets the necessity, and both do kiss 'Tis called the timing of a duty, this. Sure, you are very like her! I conceived You had been she, seeing you run afore me: For such a suit she made her 'gainst this Feast; In all resemblance, or the very same; I saw her in it; had she lived t' enjoy it She had been there an acceptable Guest To Marian, and the gentle Robin-hood, Who are the Crown, and Ghirland of the Wood. I cannot tell: my Mother gave it me, And bade me wear it. Who, the wise good Woman? Old Maud. of Pappelwicke? Yes, this sullen Man. I cannot like him. I must take my leave What said she to you? Who? Aegl. Earine, I saw her talking with you, or her Ghost; For she indeed is drowned in old Trents bottom. Did she not tell who would ha' pulled her in? And had her Maidenhead upon the place? The river's brim, the margin of the Flood? No ground is holy enough, (you know my meaning) Lust is committed in King's Palaces, And yet their Majesties not violated! Not words!
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The banefull ſcedule of her nocent charmes, And binding Characters, through which ſhee wounds Her Puppetts, the Sigilla of her witch-craft. All this I know, and I will find her for you; And ſhew you'her ſitting in her fourme; I'le lay My hand upon her; make her throw her skutt Along her back, when ſhee doth ſtart before us. But you muſt give her Law: and you ſhall ſee her Make twentie leapes, and doubles; croſſe the pathes, And then ſquatt downe beſide us. Craftie Croane! I long to be at the ſport, and to report it. Wee'll make this hunting of the Witch, as famous, As any other blaſt of Venerie. Hang her foule hagge, ſhee'll be a ſtinking Chaſe! I had rather ha' the hunting of heir heyre. If wee could come to ſee her, cry, ſo haw, once! That I doe promiſe, or I'am no good Hag-finder. THe Feind hath much to doe, that keepes a Schoole; Or is the Father of a familie; Or governes but a country Academie: His labours muſt be great, as are his cares, To watch all turnes, and caſt how to prevent 'hem. This Dame of mine here, growes high in evill, And thinkes ſhee doe's all, when 'tis I, her Divell, That both delude her, and muſt yet protect her: Shee's confident in miſcheife, and preſumes The changing of her ſhape will ſtill ſecure her. But that may faile, and diverſe hazards meete Of other conſequence, which I muſt looke to. Not let her be ſurpriz'd on the firſt catch. I muſt goe daunce about the Forreſt, now, And firke it like a Goblin, till I find her. Then will my ſervice come worth acceptation; When not expected of her, when the helpe Meetes the neceſſity, and both doe kiſſe 'Tis call'd the timing of a dutie, this. Sure, you are very like her! I conceiv'd You had been ſhee, ſeeing you run afore mee: For ſuch a ſuite ſhee made her 'gainſt this Feaſt; In all reſemblance, or the verie ame; I ſaw her in it; had ſhee liv'd t' enjoy it Shee had been there an acceptable Gueſt To Marian, and the gentle Robin-hood, Who are the Crowne, and Ghirland of the Wood. I cannot tell: my Mother gave it mee, And bad mee weare it. Who, the wiſe good Woman? Old Maud. of Pappelwicke? Yes, this ſullen Man. I cannot like him. I muſt take my leave What ſaid ſhee to you? Who? Aegl. Earine, I ſaw her talking with you, or her Ghoſt; For ſhee indeed is drown'd in old Trents bottome. Did ſhee not tell who would ha' pull'd her in? And had her Maiden-head upon the place? The rivers brim, the margin of the Flood? No ground is holie enough, (you know my meaning) Luſt is committed in Kings Palaces, And yet their Majeſties not violated! No words!