Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1520 [c.1520-1522] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
If ye be set in mer●alynge Then shall ye here a marvelous thing And though in deed all be not true Yet sure the most part shall be new I did a cure no longer a go But Anno domini millelimo On a woman young and so fair That never have I seen a gayre God save all women from that likeness This want on had the fallen sickness Which by dissent came lineally For her mother had it naturally Wherefore this woman to recure It was more hard ye may be sure But though I boast my craft is such That in such things I can do much How oft she fell were much to report But her head so gydy and her heels so short That with the twyngling of an eye Down would she fall even by and by But or she would arise again I showed much practise much to my pain For the tallest man within this town Should not with ease have broken her sown All though for life I did not doubt her Yet did I take more pain about her Than I would take with my own sister Sir at the last I gave her a glister I thrust a thampyon in her tewel And bad her keep it for a jewel But I knew it so heavy to carry That I was sure it would not tarry For where gunpowder is once fired The tampyon will no longer be hyerd Which was well seen in time of this chance For when I had charged this ordinance suddenly as it had thonderd Even at a clap loosed her bumberd Now mark for here beginneth the revel This tampion flew ten long mile level To a fair castle of lime and stone For strength I know not such a one Which stood upon an hill full high At foot whereof a river ran buy So deep till chance had it forbidden Well might the regent there have riden But when this tampyon on this castle light It put the castles so far to flight That down they came each upon other No stone left standing by god's mother But rolled down so fast the hill In such a number and so did fill From bottom to bryme from shore to shore This foresaid river so deep before That who list now to walk thereto May wade it over and wet no shoe So was this castle laid wide open That every man might see the token But in a good hour may these words be spoken After the tampyon on the walls was wroken And piece by piece in pieces broken And she delivered with such violens Of all her inconueniens I left her in good health and lust And so she doth continue I trust. Sir in your cure I can nothing tell But to our purpose ye have said well.
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¶If ye be ſet in meralynge Then ſhall ye here a meruaylouſe thynge And though in dede all be nat true Yet ſuer the moſt parte ſhall be new I dyd a cure no lenger a go But Anno domini millelimo On a woman yonge and ſo fayre That neuer haue I ſene a gayre God ſaue all women from that lyknes This want on had the fallen ſyknes Whiche by diſſent came lynyally For her mother had it naturally Wherfore this woman to recure It was more harde ye may be ſure But though I boſte my crafte is ſuche That in ſuche thynges I can do muche How ofte ſhe fell were muche to reporte But her hed ſo gydy and her helys ſo ſhorte That with the twynglynge of an eye Downe wolde ſhe falle euyn by and by But or ſhe wolde aryſe agayne I ſhewed muche practyſe muche to my payne For the talleſt man within this towne Shulde nat with eaſe haue broken her ſowne All though for lyfe I dyd nat doute her Yet dyd I take more payne about her Then I wolde take with my owne ſyſter Syr at the laſt I gaue her a glyſter I thruſt a thampyon in her tewell And bad her kepe it for a iewell But I knewe it ſo heuy to cary That I was ſure it wolde nat tary For where gonpouder is ones fyerd The tampyon wyll no lenger be hyerd Whiche was well ſene in tyme of thys chaunce For when I had charged this ordynaunce Sodeynly as it had thonderd Euen at a clap loſed her bumberd Now marke for here begynneth the reuell This tampion flew .x. longe myle leuell To a fayre caſtell of lyme and ſtone For ſtrength I knowe nat ſuche a one Whiche ſtode vpon an hyll full hye At fote wherof a ryuer ranne bye So depe tyll chaunce had it forbyden Well myght the regent there haue ryden But when this tampyon on thys caſtell lyght It put the caſtels ſo farre to flyght That downe they came eche vpon other No ſtone lefte ſtandynge by goddes mother But rolled downe ſo faſte the hyll In ſuche a nomber and ſo dyd fyll From botom to bryme from ſhore to ſhore Thys forſayd ryuer ſo depe before That who lyſte nowe to walke therto May wade it ouer and wet no ſhoo So was thys caſtell layd wyde open That euery man myght ſe the token But in a good houre maye theſe wordes be ſpoken After the tampyon on the walles was wroken And pece by pece in peces broken And ſhe delyuered with ſuche violens Of all her inconueniens I left her in good helth and luſte And ſo ſhe doth contynew I truſte. ¶Syr in your cure I can nothynge tell But to our purpoſe ye haue ſayd well.