Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Think you that the watching of the brazen head craves no furniture? I warrant you sir I have so armed myself, that if all your devils come I will not fear them an inch. Miles thou knowest that I have dived into hell, And sought the darkest palaces of fiends, That with my Magic spells great Belzephon, Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell, The rafters of the earth rend from the poles, And three-formd Luna hide her silver looks, Trembling upon her concave contenent, When Bacon red upon his Magic book, With seven years tossing necromantic charms, Poring upon dark Hecate's principles, I have framed out a monstrous head of brass, That by theinchaunting forces of the devil, Shall tell out strange and uncouth Aphorisms, And gird fair England with a wall of brass, Bungay and I have watched these threescore days, And now our vital spirits crave some rest, If Argos lived and had his hundred eyes, They could not overwatch Phobeter's night, Now Miles in thee rests Friar Bacon's weal, The honour and renown af all his life, Hangs in the watching of this brazenhead, Therefore I charge thee by the immortal God That holds the souls of men within his fist, This night thou watch, for ere the morning star Sends out his glorious glister on the north, The head will speak, than Miles upon thy life, Wake me for then by Magic art I'll work, To end my seven years task with excellence, If that awinke but shut thy watchful eye, Thenfarewell Bacon's glory and his fame, Draw close the curtains Miles now for thy life, Be watchful and So, I thought you would talk yourself a sleep anon, and 'tis no marvel, for Bungay on the days, and he on the nights, have watched Just these ten and fifty days, now this is the night, and 'tis my task and no more. Now Iesus bless me what a goodly head it is, and a nose, you talk of nos autem glorificare, but here's a nose, that I warrant may be called nos autem p●pelare for the people of the parish, well I am furnished with weapons,, now sit I will set me down by a post, and make it as good as a watchman to wake me if I chance to slumber. I thought goodman head, I would call you out of your memento, passion a God I have almost broke my pate, Up Miles to your task, take your brown bill in your hand, here's some of your masters hobgoblins abroad. Time is. Time is, Why master Brazenhead have you such a capital nose, and answer you with syllables, Time is: is this all my masters cunning, to spend seven years study about Time is: well sir, it may be we shall have some better orations of it anon, well I'll watch you as narrowly as ever you were watched, and I'll play with you as the Nightingale with the Slowworme, I'll set a prick against my breast: now rest there Miles, Lord have mercy upon me, I have almost killed myself: up Miles list how they rumble.
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Thinke you that the watching of the brazen head craues no furniture? I warrant you ſir I haue ſo armed my ſelfe, that if all your deuills come I will not feare them an inch. Miles thou knoweſt that I haue diued into hell, And ſought the darkeſt pallaces of fiendes, That with my Magick ſpels great Belcephon, Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell, The rafters of the earth rent from the poles, And three-formd Luna hid her filuer looks, Trembling vpon her concaue contenent, When Bacon red vpon his Magick booke, With ſeuen yeares toſsing nigromanticke charmes, Poring vpon darke Hecats principles, I haue framd out a monſtrous head of braſſe, That by theinchaunting forces of the deuil, Shall tell out ſtrange and vncoth Aphoriſmes, And girt faire England with a wall of braſſe, Bungay and I haue watcht theſe threeſcore daye, And now our vitall ſpirites craue ſome reſt, If Argos livd and had his hundred eyes, They could not ouerwatch Phobeters night, Now Miles in thee reſts Frier Bacons weale, The honour and renowne af all his life, Hangs in the watching of this brazen-head, Therefore I charge thee by the immortall God That holds the ſoules of men within his fiſt, This night thou watch, for ere the morning ſtar Sends out his glorious gliſter on the north, The head will ſpeake, then Miles vpon thy life, Wake me for then by Magick art Ile worke, To end my ſeuen yeares taske with excellence, If that awinke but ſhut thy watchfull eye, Thenfarewell Bacons glory and his fame, Draw cloſſe the courtaines Miles now for thy life, Be watchfull and So, I thought you would talke your ſelfe a ſleepe anon, and tis no meruaile, for Bungay on the dayes, and he on the nights, haue watcht Iuſt theſe ten and fifty dayes, now this is the night, and tis my taske and no more. Now Ieſus bleſſe me what a goodly head it is, and a noſe, you talke of ns autem glr ficar, but heres a noſe, that I warrant may be cald nos autem p pelare for the people of the pariſh, well I am furniſhed with weapons,, now ſit I will ſet me downe by a poſt, and mak it as good as a watch-man to wake me if I chaunce to ſlumber. I thought goodman head, I would call you out of your memento, paſsion a God I haue almoſt broke my pate, Vp Miles to your taske, take your browne bill in your hand, heeres ſome of your maiſters hobgoblins abroad. Time is. Time is, Why maiſter Brazenhead haue you ſuch a capitall noſe, and anſwer you with ſillables, Time is: is this all my maiſters cunning, to ſpend ſeuen yeares ſtudie about Time is: well ſir, it may be we ſhall haue ſome better orations of it anon, well Ile watch you as narrowly as euer you were watcht, and Ile play with you as the Nightingale with the Slowworme, Ile ſet a pricke againſt my breſt: now reſt there Miles, Lord haue mercy vpon me, I haue almoſt kild my ſelſe: vp Miles liſt how they rumble.