Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 11 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.79 · 558 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
I conjure you, you foul infernal knot of baser Sprites, By the most Mighty power and force of that great God of love: Both by the Bow and dreadful dint of all his feathered Flights, And by his wings, and by the smoke of lovers' scalding sighs. And by the smart and sorrow, that this troubled dame doth prove: By all the Planets that our hearts, to hate or liking move. By the desires of her that hath Victoria unto name: By Venus' Fillet, and the golden pleasures of her game. Break loose I say, and trudge with hasty foot out of your den, Hunt and pursue, bestir yourselves to seek Fortunio out: Forsake with speed the stinking fog of that your ugly fen, Possess, and chase him, see that you return no more again, Till you have brought him down and humbled him, if he be stout, drive him with your tormenting gnaw, the City round about. Go make his bed of Thistles, and his seat of pricking thorn: Until you bring him hither unto her that is forlorn. Have you done Medusa? Now must I stick a needle in his heart, And prick him with the point, before we part. I pray you prick him well. If that I strike the needle through, the gentleman will die: Then spare him good Medusa, touch him tenderly. Now have I done, follow and throw your Tapers out of hand, Into this Tomb that as you see, hard by us here doth stand: Set fire unto their feet, and toast the corpses of the dead, That long have slept within this place since they were buried. But will this make him come, and then submit himself to me? Mistress it will, and you th'event thereof shall shortly see: All is mine, ho, ho. ho. All is mine, devils were smocks, in this latter time. Such sights, as among the bones of the dead in this Tomb I have seen: Would have made any man but myself, out of his wits to have been. Good Lord: once methought I saw my Grandam trot round about me in her grey petticoat and her red cap, Never since I was borne, was I taken in such a trap. Another time methought I saw the souls, of all them that died for love, Cry out upon Lady Vengeance, one that was such a fair woman as nothing could move. Little Cuprit himself in the bottom of hell: Cursed fair Lady Pilcher, for burning his skin with a lamprel. This conjugation put me in a terrible fear, If it had continued longer, Termagant, Rawhead, Roast-meat, and Eatbread, and all the armies of Devils had been here. What's this? somewhat I perceive they have let fall for haste, An Image in wax very prettily cast. Fortunio is written in the forehead of the same, And jump upon his belly Victoria's name. This falleth out very well for me, I'll send this to Fedele that he and Fortunio the same may see. This will make them to hate her wonderfully, Then shall I have her in spite of the pie. What have we here? a needle in his heart, And names of Augrem writ round about it with Margaris' art. Nettabor, Temptator, Vigilator, and buffoon. They come, they come, they come, 'tis time to be gone.
nodes 519–570 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 30 in this edition
Length
558 words · 740 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶I coniure you, you foule infernall knot of baser Sprites, By the moste Mighty power and force of that great God of looue: Bothe by the Bowe and dreadfull dint of all his feathered Flights, And by his wingges, and by the smoake of loouers scalding sighes. And by the smart and sorowe, that this troubled dame dooth prooue: By all the Planets that our hartes, to hate or liking mooue. By the desires of her that hath Victoria vnto name: By Venus Fillet, and the goulden pleasures of her game. Breake loose I say, and trudge with hasty foot out of your denne, Hunt and pursue, besturre your selues to seek Fortunio out: Forsake with spéed the stincking fogge of that your vgly fenne, Possesse, and chace him, sée that you returne no more again, Till you haoue brught him down and humbled him, if he be stout, Driue him with your tormenting gnawe, the Citie round about. Goe make his bed of Thistles, and his seat of pricking thorne: Untill you bring him hether vnto her that is forlorne. ¶Haue you doon Medusa? ¶Now must I stick a néedle in his hart, And prick him with the point, before we parte. ¶I pray you prick him well. ¶If that I strike the néedle through, the gentleman will dye: ¶Then spare him good Medusa, touch him tenderly. ¶Now haue I doon, follow and throw your Tapers out of hand, Into this Tombe that as you sée, hard by vs héer dooth stand: Set fier vnto their féet, and toast the corses of the dead, That long haue slept within this place since they were buried. ¶But will this make him come, and then submit him selfe to mée? ¶Mistres it wil, and you th'euent therof shall shortly sée: ¶All is mine, ho, ho. ho. All is mine, Diuils were smocks, in this latter time. Such sights, as among the bones of the dead in this Tombe I haue séen: Would haue made any man but my selfe, out of his wittes to haue béen. Good Lord: once me thought I saw my Grandam trot round about me in her gray peticote and her red cap, Neuer since I was borne, was I taken in such a trap. Another time me thought I saw the soules, of all them that died for loue, Cry out vpon Lady Uengeance, one that was such a fair woman as nothing could moue. Little Cuprit him selfe in the bottome of hell: Curst fayer Lady Pilcher, for burning his skin with a Lamprell. This coniugation put me in a terrible feare, If it had continued longer, Termagant, Rawhead, Roste-meat, and Eatbread, and all the armies of Deuils had béen héer. Whats this? somwhat I perceaue they haue let fall for haste, An Image in waxe very pretely caste. Fortunio is written in the forhead of the same, And iumpe vpon his belly Victoriaes name. This falleth out very well for me, I'le sende this to Fedele that he and Fortunio the same may se. This will make them to hate her wonderfully, Then shall I haue her in spight of the pye. What haue we here? a néedle in his heart, And names of Augrem writte round about it with Margaris arte. Nettabor, Temptator, Vigilator, and Buffon. They come, they come, they come, tis time to be gone.