Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Miles, thou know'st that I have dived into hell, And sought the darkest palaces of the Fiends, That with my Magic spells great Belcephon Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell, The rafters of the earth rent from the poles, And three-formed Luna hid her silver looks; Trembling upon her concave continent, When Bacon read upon his Magic book, With seven years tossing necromantic charms, Poring upon dark Hecats principles, I have framed out a monstrous head of brass, That by th'enchanting 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 Argus lived and had his hundred eyes, They could not overwatch Phobeters night, Now Miles, in thee rests friar's Bacon's weal, The honour and renown of 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; then (Miles) upon thy life, Wake me: for then by Magic Art I'll work, To end my seven years' task with excellence, If that a wink but shut thy watchful eye, Then farewell Bacons glory and his fame, Draw close the curtains, Miles, now for thy life, Be watchful and So, I thought you would talk yourself asleep 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, & a nose! You talk of nos autem glorificare; but here's a nose, that I warrant may be called nos autem popelar for the people of the parish. Well I am furnished with weapons, now sir, 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 master's Hobgoblins abroad. With this, a great noise. Time is. Time is. Why, Master Brazenhead, have you such a capital nose, and answer you with syllables, Time is? is this all my master's cunning, to spend seven years' study about Time is? Well, sir, it may be, we shall have some 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 Slowworm, 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. Time was.
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Miles, thou knowſt that I haue diued into hell, And ſought the darkeſt palaces of the Fiends, That with my Magicke ſpels great Belzephon Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell, The rafters of the earth rent from the poles, And three-form'd La hid her ſiluer lookes; Trembling vpon her concaue continent, When Bacon read vpon his Magicke booke, With ſeuen yeeres toſſing Nigromanticke charmes, Poring vpon darke Hecats principles, I haue fram'd out a monſtrous head of braſſe, That by th'inchanting forces of the Deuill, Shall tell out ſtrange and vncoth Aphoriſmes, And girt faire England with a wall of braſſe. Bungay and I haue watcht theſe threeſcore dayes, And now our vitall ſpirits craue ſome reſt, If Argos liu'd and had his hundred eyes, They could not ouer-watch Phobeters night, Now Miles, in thee reſts Fryers Bacons weale, The honour and renowne of 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 ſtarre Sends out his glorious gliſter on the North, The head will ſpeake; then (Miles) vpon thy life, Wake me: for then by Magicke Art Ile worke, To end my ſeuen yeeres taske with excellence, If that a winke but ſhut thy watchfull eye, Then farewell Bacons glory and his fame, Draw cloſe the curtaines, Miles, now for thy life, Be watchfull and So, I thought you would talke your ſelfe aſleepe anon, and 'tis no maruell, for Bungay on the dayes, and hee 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, & a noſe! You talke of nos autem glorificare; but here's a noſe, that I warrant may be cal'd nos autem popelares for the people of the pariſh. Well I am furniſhed with weapons, now ſir, I will ſet me downe by a poſt, and make it as good as a watch-man to wake me if I chance to ſlumber. I thought, goodman head, I would call you out of your moment paſſion a God, I haue almoſt broke my pate: Vp, Milet, to your taske, take your browne bill in your hand, heres ſome of your maſters Hobgoblins abroad. With this, a great noise. Time is. Time is. Why, Maſter Brazen-head, haue you ſuch a capitall noſe, and anſwer you with ſillables, Time is? is this all my maſters cunning, to ſpend ſeuen yeeres ſtudie about Time is? Well, ſir, it may be, we ſhall haue ſome 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 Slow-worme, Ile ſet a pricke againſt my breſt; now reſt there, Miles, Lord haue mercy vpon me, I haue almoſt kild my ſelfe: vp, Miles, liſt how they rumble. Time was.