Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. I cannot blame him; at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets, and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shaked like a coward. Why so it would have done at the same season if your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself had never been borne. I say the earth did shake when I was borne. And I say the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose as fearing you it shook. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble, Oh than the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth, In strange eruptions, oft the teeming earth Is with a kind of colic pinched and vexed, By the imprisoning of unruly wind Within herwombe, which for enlargement striving Shakes the old Beldame earth, and topples down Steeples and mossegrown towers. At your birth Our Grandam earth, having this distemperature n passion shooke. Cousin of many men I do not bear these cross, give me leave To tell you once again that at my birth The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men: Where is he living clipped in with the sea, That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales, Which calls me pupil or hath read to me? And bring him out that is but woman's son? Can trace me in the tedious ways of Art, And hold me pace in deep experiments. I think there's no man speaks better Welsh: I'll to dinner. Peace cousin Percy, you will make him mad. I can call spirits from the honestly deep. Why so can I, or so can any man, But will they come when you do call for them Why I can teach you cousin to command the Devil. And I can teach thee coz to shame the devil, By telling truth. Tell truth and shame the devil: If thou have power to raise him bring him hither, And i'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence: Oh while you live tel truth and shame the devil. Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat. Three times hath Henry Bullenbrooke made head Against my power, thrice from the banks of Wye, And sandy bottomd Severne have I sent him Bootless home, and weather beaten back. Home without boots, and in foul weather too, How escapes she agues in the devils name? Come here is the map, shall we divide our right? According to our three fold order ta'en.
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And you in hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glendower spoke of. I cannot blame him; at my natiuity The front of heauen was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets, and at my birth The fram and huge foundation of the earth Shaked like a coward. Why it woulde haue done at the same season if your mothers cat ha but kittend, though your selfe had neuer beene borne. I say arth did shake when I was borne. And I say the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose as fearing you it shooke. The heauens were all on fire, the earth did tremble, Oh then the earth shooke to see the heauens on fire, And not in feare of your natiuity, Diseased nature oftentimes breakes forth, In strange eruptions, oft the teeming earth Is with a kind of collicke pincht and vext, By the imprisoning of vnruly wind Within hervvombe, vvhich for enlargement striuing Shakes the old Beldame earth, and topples down Steeples and mossegrovvn towers. At your birth Our Grandam earth, hauing this distemprature n passion shooke. Coosen of many men I do not beare these crossings, giue me leaue To tell you once againe that at my birth The front of heauen vvas full of fiery shapes, The goates ran from the mountaines, and the heards Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. These signes haue markt me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do shew I am not in the roule of common men: Where is he liuing clipt in with the sea, That chides the bancks of England, Scotland, Wales, Which cals me pupil or hath read to me? And bring him out that is but womans sonne? Can trace me in the tedious waies of Arte, And hold me pace in deepe experiments. I thinke theres no man speakes better Welsh: Ile to dinner. Peace coosen Percy, you wil make him mad. I can cal spirits from the valy deepe. Why so can I, or so can any man, But wil they come when you do cal for them Why I can teach you coosen to command the Deuil▪ And I can teach thee coose to shame the deuil, By telling truth. Tel truth and shame the deuil: If thou haue power to raise him bring him hither, And ile be sworne I haue power to shame him hence: Oh while you liue tel truth and shame the deuil. Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable chat. Three times hath Henry Bullenbrooke made head Against my power, thrice from the bankes of Wye, And sandy bottomd Seuerne haue I sent him Booteles home, and weather beaten backe. Home without btes, and in foule weather too, How scapes she agues in the deuils name? Come here is the map, shal we diuide our right? According to our three fold order tane.