Peele, George · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Away with him into the open fields, To be a ravening prey to Crows and Kites: And for this villain let him wander up & down In nought but darkness and eternal night. here hast thou slain Huam a slashing knight And robbed poor Corebus of his sight. Hence villain hence. Now I have unto Delia given a potion of forgetfulness, That when she comes she shall not know her Brothers: Lo where they labour like to Country slaves, With spade and mattock on this enchanted ground. Now will I call her by another name, For never shall she know herself again, Until that Sacrapant hath breathed his last. See where she comes. Come hither Delia take this good, Here hard at hand two slaves do work and dig for gold, Gore them with this & thou shalt have enough. Good sir I know not what you mean. She hath forgotten to be Delia, But not forgot the same she should forget: But I will change her name. Fair Berecynthia so this Country calls you, Go ply these stranger's wench they dig for gold O heavens! how am I beholding to this fair young man. But I must ply these strangers to their work. See where they come. O Brother see where Delia is. O Delia happy are we to see thee here. What tell you me of Delia prating swains? I know no Delia nor know I what you mean, Ply you your work or else you are like to smart. Why Delia know'st thou not thy Brothers here? We come from Thessalie to seek thee forth, And thou deceivest thyself for thou art Delia. Yet more of Delia, then take this and smart: What feign you shifts for to defer your labour? Work villains work, it is for gold you dig. Peace brother peace, this vild enchanter Hath ravished Delia of her senses clean, And she forgets that she is Delia. Leave cruel thou to hurt the miserable; Dig brother dig, for she is hard as steel. Here they dig & descry the light under a little hill. Stay brother what hast thou descried? Away & touch it not, it is some thing, that my Lord hath hidden there. she covers it again. Well said, thou pliest these Pioneers well, go get you in you labouring slaves. Come Berecynthia, let us in likewise, And hear the Nightingale record her notes. Now for a husband, house and home, God send a good one or none I pray God: My father hath sent me to the well for the water of life, and tells me if I give fair words I shall have a husband. But here comes Celanta my sweet sister, I'll stand by and hear what she says. My father hath sent me to the well for water, and he tells me if I speak fair, I shall have a husband and none of the worst: Well though I am black I am sure all the world will not forsake me, and as the old proverb is though I am black, I am not the devil.
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Away with him into the open fields, To be a rauening pray to Crowes and Kites: And for this villain let him wander vp & downe In nought but darkenes and eternall night. Heer hast thou slain Huā a slashing knight And robbed poore Corebus of his sight. Hence villaine hence. Now I haue vnto Delya giuen a potion of forgetfulnes, That when shee comes shee shall not know hir Brothers: Lo where they labour like to Country slaues, With spade and mattocke on this inchaunted ground. Now will I call hir by another name, For neuer shall she know hir selfe againe, Vntill that Sacrapant hath breathd his last. See where she comes. Come hither Delya take this gode, Here hard at hand two slaues do worke and dig for gold, Gore them with this & thou shalt haue inough. Good sir I know not what you meane. She hath forgotten to be Delya, But not forgot the same she should forget: But I will change hir name. Faire Berecynthia so this Country calls you, Goe ply these strangers wench they dig for gold O heauens! how am I beholding to this faire yong man. But I must ply these strangers to their worke. See where they come. O Brother see where Delya is. O Delya happy are we to see thee here. What tell you mee of Delya prating swaines? I know no Delya nor know I what you meane, Ply you your work or else you are like to smart. Why Delya knowst thou not thy Brothers here? We come from Thessalie to seeke thee forth, And thou deceiuest thy selfe for thou art Delya. Yet more of Delya, then take this and smart: What faine you shifts for to defer your labor? Worke villaines worke, it is for gold you digg. Peace brother peace, this vild inchanter Hath rauisht Delya of hir sences cleane, And she forgets that she is Delya. Leaue cruell thou to hurt the miserable; Digg brother digg, for she is hard as steele. Here they dig & descry the light vnder a litle hill. Stay brother what hast thou descride? Away & touch it not, it is some thing, that my Lord hath hidden there. she couers it agen. Well sed, thou plyest these Pyoners well, goe get you in you labouring slaues. Come Berecynthia, let vs in likewise, And heare the Nightingale record hir notes. Now for a husband, house and home, God send a good one or none I pray God: My father hath sent me to the well for the water of life, and tells mee if I giue faire wordes I shall haue a husband. But heere comes Celanta my sweete sister, Ile stand by and heare what she saies. My father hath sent mee to the well for water, and he tells me if I speake faire, I shall haue a husband and none of the worst: Well though I am blacke I am sure all the world will not forsake mee, and as the olde prouerbe is though I am blacke, I am not the diuell.