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 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
How now, what man art thou that sits so sad Why dost thou gaze upon these stately trees, Without the leave and will of Sacrapant? What not a word but mum, Than Sacrapant thou art betrayed. What hand invades the head of Sacrapant? What hateful fury doth envy my happy state? Then Sacrapant these are thy latest days, Alas my veins are numbed, my sinews shrink, My blood is pierced, my breath fleeting away, And now my timeless date is come to end: He in whose life his actions hath been so soul, Now in his death to hell defends his soul. Oh Sir are you gone: now I hope we shall have some other coil. Now master how like you this; the conjuror he is dead, and vows never to trouble us more. Now get you to your fair Lady, and see what you can do with her: Alas he heareth me not all this while; but I will help that. How now Iack, what news? Here master, take this sword and dig with it, at the foot of this hill. How now Iack, what is this? Master, without this the conjuror could do nothing, and so long as this light lasts, so long doth his art endure, and this being out, then doth his art decay. Why then Iack I will soon put out this light. I master, how? Why with a stone i'll break the glass, and then blow it out. No master you may as soon break the smith's anvil, as this little viol; nor the biggest blast that ever Boreas blew, cannot blow out this little light; but she that is neither maid, wife, nor widow. Master, wind this horn; and see what will happen. So master, how like you this; this is she that ran madding in the woods, his betrothed love that keeps the cross, and now this light being out, all are restored to their former liberty. And now master to the Lady that you have so long looked for. God speed fair maid sitting alone there is once. God speed fair maid; there is twice: God speed fair maid, that is thrice. Not so good sir, for you are by. Enough master, she hath spoke, now I will leave her with you. Thou fairest flower of these western parts: Whose beauty so reflecteth in my sight, As doth a Crystal mirror in the son: For thy sweet sake I have crossed the frozen Rhine, Leaving fair Po, I sailed up Danuby, As far as Saba whose enhancing streams, Cuts twixt the Tartars and the Russians, These have I crossed for thee fair Delia: Then grant me that which I have sued for long. Thou gentle knight, whose fortune is so good: To find me out, and set my brothers free, My faith, my heart, my hand, I give to thee. Thanks gentle madam: but here comes Iack, thank him, for he is the best friend that we have. How now Iack, what hast thou there? marry master, the head of the conjuror.
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How now, what man art thou that sits so sad Why dost thou gaze vpon these stately trees, Without the leaue and will of Sacrapant? What not a word but mum, Then Sacrapant thou art betraide. What hand inuades the head of Sacrapāt? What hatefull fury doth enuy my happy state? Then Sacrapant these are thy latest dayes, Alas my vaines are numd, my sinews shrinke, My bloud is pearst, my breath fleeting away, And now my timelesse date is come to end: He in whose life his actions hath beene so soule, Now in his death to hell defends his soule. Oh Sir are you gon: now I hope we shall haue some other coile. Now maister how like you this; the Coniurer hee is dead, and vowes neuer to trouble vs more. Now get you to your faire Lady, and see what you can doo with her: Alas he heareth me not all this while; but I will helpe that. How now Iack, what news? Heere maister, take this sword and dig with it, at the foote of this hill. How now Iack, what is this? Maister, without this the Coniurer could do nothing, and so long as this light lasts, so long doth his arte indure, and this being out, then doth his arte decay. Why then Iack I will soone put out this light. I maister, how? Why with a stone ile breake the glasse, and then blowe it out. No maister you may as soone breake the Smiths Anfill, as this little vyoll; nor the biggest blast that euer Boreas blew, cannot blowe out this little light; but she that is neither maide, wife, nor widowe. Maister, winde this horne; and see what will happen. So maister, how like you this; this is she that ranne madding in the woods, his betrothed loue that keepes the crosse, and nowe this light being out, all are restored to their former libertie. And now maister to the Lady that you haue so long looked for. God speed faire maide sitting alone there is once. God speed faire maide; there is twise: God speed faire maide, that is thrise. Not so good sir, for you are by. Enough maister, she hath spoke, now I will leaue her with you. Thou fairest flower of these westerne parts: Whose beautie so reflecteth in my sight, As doth a Christall mirror in the sonne: For thy sweet sake I haue crost the frosen Rhine, Leauing faire Po, I saild vp Danuby, As farre as Saba whose inhansing streames, Cuts twixt the Tartars and the Russians, These haue I crost for thee faire Delia: Then grant me that which I haue sude for long. Thou gentle knight, whose fortune is so good: To finde me out, and set my brothers free, My faith, my heart, my hand, I giue to thee. Thankes gentle Madame: but heere comes Iack, thanke him, for he is the best friend that we haue. How now Iack, what hast thou there? Mary maister, the head of the coniurer.