Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 479 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.
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 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; and the teeming Earth Is with a kind of Colic pinched and vexed, By the imprisoning of unruly Wind Within her Womb: which for enlargement striving, Shakes the old Beldame Earth, and tombles down Steeples, and mosse-growne Towers. At your Birth, Our Grandam Earth, having this distemperature, In passion shook. 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 the Living, clipped in with the Sea, That chides the Banks of England, Scotland, and 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 vasty Deep. Why so can I, or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? Why, I can teach thee, Cousin, to command the Devil. And I can teach thee, Cousin, 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, tell truth, and shame the Devil. Come, come, no more of this unprofitable Chat. Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Against my Power: thrice from the Banks of Wye, And sandy-bottomed Severne, have I hent him Bootless home, and Weatherbeaten back. Home without Boötes, And in foul Weather too, How escapes he Agues in the Devil's name? Come, here's the Map: Shall we divide our Right, According to our threefold order-ta'ne?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And you in Hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glendower ſpoke of. I cannot blame him: At my Natiuitie, The front of Heauen was full of fierie ſhapes, Of burning Creſſets: and at my Birth, The frame and foundation of the Earth Shak'd like a Coward. Why ſo it would haue done at the ſame ſeaſon, if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd, though your ſelfe had neuer beene borne. I ſay the Earth did ſhake when I was borne. And I ſay the Earth was not of my minde, 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 Natiuitie. Diſeaſed Nature oftentimes breakes forth In ſtrange eruptions; and the teeming Earth Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext, By the impriſoning of vnruly Winde Within her Wombe: which for enlargement ſtriuing, Shakes the old Beldame Earth, and tombles downe Steeples, and moſſe-growne Towers. At your Birth, Our Grandam Earth, hauing this diſtemperature, In paſſion ſhooke. Couſin: of many men I doe not beare theſe Croſſings: Giue me leaue To tell you once againe, that at my Birth The front of Heauen was full of fierie ſhapes, The Goates ranne from the Mountaines, and the Heards Were ſtrangely clamorous to the frighted fields: Theſe ſignes haue markt me extraordinarie, And all the courſes of my Life doe ſhew, I am not in the Roll of common men. Where is the Liuing, clipt in with the Sea, That chides the Bankes of England, Scotland, and Wales, Which calls me Pupill, or hath read to me? And bring him out, that is but Womans Sonne, Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art, And hold me pace in deepe experiments. I thinke there's no man ſpeakes better Welſh: Ile to Dinner. Peace Couſin Percy, you will make him mad. I can call Spirits from the vaſtie Deepe. Why ſo can I, or ſo can any man: But will they come, when you doe call for them? Why, I can teach thee, Couſin, to command the Deuill. And I can teach thee, Couſin, to ſhame the Deuil, By telling truth. Tell truth, and ſhame the Deuill. If thou haue power to rayſe him, bring him hither, And Ile be ſworne, I haue power to ſhame him hence. Oh, while you liue, tell truth, and ſhame the Deuill. Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable Chat. Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Againſt my Power: thrice from the Banks of Wye, And ſandy-bottom'd Seuerne, haue I hent him Bootleſſe home, and Weather-beaten backe. Home without Bootes, And in foule Weather too, How ſcapes he Agues in the Deuils name? Come, heere's the Mappe: Shall wee diuide our Right, According to our three-fold order-ta'ne?